“I’m too hungover to deal with traffic yet,” Malcolm said, rubbing his fingers against his temples. “And whose fault is that?” “Shove it, Seong-Jae.” “I think,” Seong-Jae said, flicking the Camaro’s alarm and rounding to the driver’s side, “you have done quite enough of that for both of us.” “Fuck off.” “You seem to have done quite a bit of that, as well.”
