So no blasting hollaback girl either im guessing. you're screwing up my vibe, dude.
[In spite of the text, Felix did have his radio turned down and his lights off as his sleek black 1978 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am gently pulled up in front of Kevin's house, windows open to account for the heat that had yet to bleed off from the earlier day even as everything had gone dark.
He even put out his cigarette as he leaned over and unlocked the passenger door for Kevin, giving it a shove to open it for him. It was about as gentlemanly as Felix got.]
\m/
you're screwing up my vibe, dude.
[In spite of the text, Felix did have his radio turned down and his lights off as his sleek black 1978 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am gently pulled up in front of Kevin's house, windows open to account for the heat that had yet to bleed off from the earlier day even as everything had gone dark.
He even put out his cigarette as he leaned over and unlocked the passenger door for Kevin, giving it a shove to open it for him. It was about as gentlemanly as Felix got.]
Beep beep, c'mon, my hangover demands a burger.