“And I’ve got one word for you: no.” Matt crossed his arms over his chest in utter disdain, sticking his nose in the air and levelling a petulant look at Lux as they cruised down the freeway. It was bad enough she’d dragged him away from his computers for ‘fresh air’, but singing was where he drew the line.
“If you and Pierce want to commit regular crimes against the human auditory system then that’s your prerogative, but I want no part of it. It’s bad enough having to listen to the two of you caterwauling every time someone turns on the bloody radio.”
“We don’t caterwaul,” Lux shot back, an exaggerated look of indignation colouring her features. She was used to Matt’s stubbornness, but jabs at her singing were not to be taken lightly. “We sound like angels, thank you very fucking much.”
Matt snorted. “On what planet do angels sound like dying cats?”
“Well then,” Lux’s eyebrows slowly ascended toward her hairline, her eyes watching the road. “Someone just bitched their way out of a blowjob later. Well done, Matt.”