“I knew that about knocking people out. If it were that easy, mosh pits would be mass graves.” She’d had her fair share of mischief, though she wondered for a second if Dick-from-the-past had outdone her. She watched the oddly simple motion, startling only when the horn went off.
“Didn’t realize when you said you were buying for the evening, you meant buying yourself a new car.” She was pretty sure flippant tones of voice had been invented with the express purpose of not betraying any notes of guilt or admiration. Or at least, that was mostly why she employed them. “Christ–got it. Just gonna assume if that thing goes off and it’s not yours, you run.”
Dick laughed slightly, curling his fingers into the compartment to find the right second wire. “You know, up until you said that, I didn’t know I meant that either.” He made a face before he shrugged. “It’s a piece of shit anyways. My parents gave it for me when I was seventeen and I think it’s time I get another.”
He pulled out the third wire, cutting it quickly, this time with no loud noise to alert him to being wrong. “Now we have to break the steering lock,” he explained, sitting back up. He gripped the steering wheel hard enough that his knuckles turned white, grunting as he tried twisting it to the left. He was met with resistance, of course, and he stretched out his legs to give himself more leverage. “This is the hardest-- fucking part,” he huffed, giving it another go before he needed to slump back down to give his arms a rest. “Can I ask you a weird question?” he blurted, looking over at her. “Am I an idiot?”
