"What for? Are you fucking mad? The longest drive anywhere around here is ten minutes at best, you scheduled pick-ups an hour apart. Either you have no sense of time or you are deliberately trying to piss me the fuck off." His language was obviously not clean at this point as he had the last hour to stew in his anger. He took the drink and enjoyed the view down her dress.<br/><br/>His heart raced as he took a sip of the perfectly aged whiskey. It didn't fix things and it would take several more before he would be actually drunk. "Hopefully your social conversation skills are better than your time keeping. Some of these charity types are super snooty, like worse than me, and will bore you to death with politics."<br/><br/>He wasn't lying either, the events were very much boring shop talk. He wanted more than anything not to go now, but he wasn't sure if that was possible. The limo was nearing their destination, "you sure we have to go? We could head back to my place and..." he paused to think of a word other than sex, "playtime." That was what he settled on.