My apologies, princess. We're pretty limited by the fact those bozo's just shot out our tire rim.
[ Dante's doing a pretty good job holding onto the wheel, but both of them can feel the lurch as the car is increasingly starting to drift without proper alignment. There's only so many bullets the car (and Four) can take before they just have to give up.
One car left, and the smell of blood in the car is really making Dante's skin prickle. He's never liked how it made him feel, a weird sensation between nausea and hunger. Man, he's not thinking about this. He's fucked up enough without analyzing if some part of him wants to eat his buddies.
He does look back, clicking his tongue with an uncharacteristically serious expression as he scans the remaining car and Four's state of injury. He gets the sense (and don't say Dante isn't half clever!), that Four is probably not putting his safety first in this little hoe down. He puts the gun down on the seat beside him as he leans over to roll down his window. ]
I'm getting real sick of this. Hey, Four- [ Keeping his foot on the gas, he leans back to wrap a hand around the back of Four's shirt. ] Let's blow this joint.
[ It's a good thing maybe, that Four didn't buckle up. It makes it loads easier for Dante to kick the door open in one smooth motion, dragging Four behind him. The car, left spinning by one last flick of the wheel, follows its own inertia to slam back into the rapidly approaching final car.
Dante himself takes the opportunity to do a flip before landing on the highway. ]
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[ Dante's doing a pretty good job holding onto the wheel, but both of them can feel the lurch as the car is increasingly starting to drift without proper alignment. There's only so many bullets the car (and Four) can take before they just have to give up.
One car left, and the smell of blood in the car is really making Dante's skin prickle. He's never liked how it made him feel, a weird sensation between nausea and hunger. Man, he's not thinking about this. He's fucked up enough without analyzing if some part of him wants to eat his buddies.
He does look back, clicking his tongue with an uncharacteristically serious expression as he scans the remaining car and Four's state of injury. He gets the sense (and don't say Dante isn't half clever!), that Four is probably not putting his safety first in this little hoe down. He puts the gun down on the seat beside him as he leans over to roll down his window. ]
I'm getting real sick of this. Hey, Four- [ Keeping his foot on the gas, he leans back to wrap a hand around the back of Four's shirt. ] Let's blow this joint.
[ It's a good thing maybe, that Four didn't buckle up. It makes it loads easier for Dante to kick the door open in one smooth motion, dragging Four behind him. The car, left spinning by one last flick of the wheel, follows its own inertia to slam back into the rapidly approaching final car.
Dante himself takes the opportunity to do a flip before landing on the highway. ]