“Can we please stop talking about the viper?” Gerard begged from the driver’s seat. “Honestly, lads, I love the three of you, but if ye don’t shut the fuck up about that girl, I’m going to open the door of this car and throw myself out.” “Then pull the car over first,” Johnny replied. “In fact, do you want to just pull over now and let me drive?” “Nope, I’m perfectly capable of driving my own car, Jonathan.” “Gibs, lad, you’ve coasted over the middle line three times already,” Johnny tried to coax. “I really think I should drive.”
