The car starting off made him seem a bit more nervous and he nodded. "Yeah, can we?" She rolled her eyes. "Just wait until I'm warmed up." Dion glanced over at her. "How often do you do this?"
She glanced back at Blaise and Ellis before extending her hands, doing the same. "I'm waiting," he replied playfully. "When's it going to happen?" She thought about it, tilting her head slightly, keeping her eyes on the road. "Oh... once or twice a week since I was 12? Something like that."
He joined her, his head tilted as he concentrated. She glared at him affectionately before dodging the next one. "Aha!" He observed the radio thoughtfully. "That's a long time."
She slapped his hands gently, her brow raised almost playfully. "Fine, fine," he conceded, flipping his hands over to be slapped. "It's been a while," she agreed. "I can teach you, if you'd like."
This seemed to distract him well enough as he focused on the game. He had surprisingly good reflexes, but still managed to get slapped. She grinned, putting hers underneath and continued the game. "Mm. Maybe another day."
She raised an eyebrow, considering him. "You're going to have to be faster." He drummed his fingers on her palm playfully. "I have great reflexes, Blaisey." "It's a road trip. What better time to learn?"
He squinted, watching carefully as he improved. She pursed her lips, eyeing him before slapping his hands quickly. "Oh, you know. When there's not six lives at risk." He pressed the eject button and it slowly spit out a disc.
She laughed lightly, continuing to play, getting more competitive. * * * "*squee!*." * * * She glanced over at it. "Whoa! It has a disc! They never have discs!"
He tried to keep up with her competitiveness, his eyes bright. *** She laughed. "Got you." *** He flipped it curiously, reading the title. "It says 80's Hits. Huh. Let's see if it works," he said, putting it back in and turning up the stereo.
She watched his hands before moving quickly to slap them. * * * "I hate this," he muttered to himself. * * * Michael Jackson blared from the speaker, startling them all. The CD quality was scratchy and unclear, but Aisling looked down, a rare smile on her face. "I like this."
She got him, resulting in a sigh. He looked up when the music started. "Huh.." *** Blaise paused as well, scrunching her nose. "Music?" *** Dion laughed. "It seems your style."
Aisling seemed almost giddy from adrenaline as they sped down the road. "Today is going to be a good day," she said, speeding up. "I can feel it." "Uh oh," Ellis teased affectionately, reaching forward and ruffling Aisling's hair. "Aisling's not absolutely miserable, guys. Anything could happen." "Where did we get the music?" Lucy asked, raising an eyebrow.
Dion relaxed against the window, watching out of it. "This isn't really that bad. We found it in the radio." Jaz frowned slightly, looking outside with a tilted head. Blaise leaned over the seat. "I'm excited."
The music and the wind blew through the car and Aisling hummed under her breath. Lucy looked over at Jaz and tapped his shoulder. "Want to play something else?" Ellis looked over at her for a moment before kicking her foot.
Dion was watching out the window curiously, his eyes scanning the sides of the roads. Jaz looked back at her. He seemed more relaxed in the car now. She squinted at him. "What?"
"Are you doing okay?" Lucy asked, tilting her head. * * * "Where are we stopping first?" Aisling asked Dion, glancing over at him. * * * He said nothing, but kicked her foot again.
He nodded. "Yeah, I think so." *** Dion looked over at her with a small smile. Even he wasn't able to hide all of his excitement. "I have no idea. The first most interesting place we see, I guess." *** She pursed her lips before kicking his foot back.
She tilted her head for a moment before patting his head playfully. "Don't fret. We'll stop soon." * * * She paused before smiling back uncertainly. "Good enough for me," she replied, shooting forward. * * * He squinted before kicking back.
He offered a small, nervous smile, looming back out the window. *** Dion leaned back again, taking his bag and pulling something out of it. It looked like a sort of fabric or straw-like material. *** She kicked him back again, leaning away.
"What are you making?" Aisling asked, looking over at him for a moment. * * * Ellis squinted before turning and resting his feet on her lap.
