Yeah, chill out, Jade.
Jade huffs and sits back in her seat. “just don’t wreck and kill us all.”
“what before roses ghosts do?”
“No one will die tonight if no one acts like we’re staring in a B-list horror film.”
Jade’s head lolls back onto the edge of the seat to stare back at you. Rose glances away from you to tap a rhythm onto her journal in time with the sound of Dave’s soft rap music on the stereo. Dave just says, “so basically you mean dont let john do anything.”
“i’m not dumb, you guys!”
“didnt say you were dude but we gotta take precautions.”
“precautions against me? what about you, dave?”
Jade coughs, "john, no offense, but you’re like a bull in a china shop sometimes… even dave can be more cautious than you!”
“It’s because you’re so dense,” Rose adds.
“dense?”
“thickheaded. kind of stubborn too. you can be very spiteful.”
“so can you!”
“not half as much as you are dude and thats being generous.”
You huff. “i’m not going to mess anything up.”
“don’t jinx it!” Jade knocks on the dash three times.
"thats not even real wood jade,” Dave tries to tell her, only to be met with a shush.
A. it’s the thought that counts, dave.
B. i don’t think that counts...