Now he was tempted to be the one to crawl out of the car. He should have known Espio would be like this... but whatever, that was a given. Ace's words stung though. Since when-- Yeah since when, he fucking wondered.

He was just-- he wasn't even going to say anything. Not even kick the back of his seat. He was just going to ignore every one of these bastards until they got there, get horribly wasted and then-- then something. Hell if he knew. Hopefully he wouldn't be able to think much past the horribly wasted part. Because at that point, who gave a damn?