"I'm not worried about myself too much. Yet."<br/><br/>Simon looked over the three people in the back, doing his best not to raise an eyebrow at the chances that the bitter-might-kill-each-other-mid-coitus folks would all choose the same car.<br/><br/>"Sooooo ... Anyone know any good ... sing-alongs? For the ride? All I know is the one about Nuka-Colas on the wall."<br/><br/>Smooth. How could the ladies -not- appreciate his romancing, wit, and for fuck's sake no wonder he was a hopeless-<br/><br/>"Or maybe not ... " He mused, putting the ear piece on and scratching at the odd feeling of it pressed against his ear.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>