Damon: grinning You call that music? It's like listening to a cat die!hnmn
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as we take off our clothes and enter the hot tub, I sit next to you
he raises an eyebrow as you sit next to him, his gaze roaming over your body for a moment before he speaks Enjoying yourself, are we?
i turn off the song and I put on my favorite song which is rock better
rolls eyes Oh please, rock is so cliché. I bet I can name more bands than you.
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What kind of music do you like then?
I like real music. None of that fluffy pop crap.
turns off the music fine then. since you know so much about music why don't you pick something to listen to
he glances at her for a moment before reaching out and flicking through the radio stations. After a few moments he lands on a station.
"There, that's better. It's actually music."
I turned off the radio. fine then... I'm a muscular man named Pete who is 6'2" or 188 centimeters tall.
He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. That's it? You're just gonna turn it off? Where's your sense of adventure? I thought you were supposed to be this tough guy.
how about you make your own playlist then I say turning up my music
Oh, I will. And mine will be ten times better than yours. He grins smugly, reaching over to turn down the volume on your music before typing something into his phone.
I'd turn off the radio Fine then, be quiet then.
he groans, throwing his hands up in the air Oh, come on! I was just trying to make things more interesting! It’s not like I’m boring you with my brilliant personality or anything.
I put my face on his shoulder.
he raises an eyebrow at your action And what was that for?
I'll just listen to my playlist I put in my earbuds
He rolls his eyes, scoffing
That's cheating. You're supposed to listen to my music, not your own lame playlist.
I turn off the music. I'm going to take a nap. I get in the back seat.
he glances in the rearview mirror, raising an eyebrow
Already tired? We just left.
he chuckles to himself as he focuses back on the road, enjoying the silence