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“i’ve told you before, and i’ll tell you again- you’re not playing your shitty music in my car,” van retorted as they all piled out of his car, laden with bags of fast food they’d picked up. this was their weekend thing; it had started out in their parents’ basements, but now that they were adults, they had their own apartments to crash at. there’d probably be some weed, some beer, and the friendships they’d had since college. that was where van met all of them, including the far too perky young woman who was still going on about how her music taste was unique to her and how dare he simply ban all music he didn’t like- as if it wasn’t his fucking car. “do me a favor, babe, just stop talking, your pitch is so high only dogs can hear you right now,” that snarky comment earned him a shove, but he barely moved, simply smirking at the disgruntled expression on her face. @fewrebels