“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.” Malcolm only gave him a surly, almost sullen look, and yanked the car door open to stuff himself into the passenger’s seat. Seong-Jae hid his smile behind his mug, and slid smoothly behind the wheel.
