031 - The Interstate
"So like the popo bailed on us and John said to wait for bit soooo...could we hit the drive-thru?" Twitch was in the passenger seat staring at the interstate fast food signs.
The dog grumbled from the back.
"Hmmm, that bad huh?" Jax sometimes forgot it was a don.
"Oh yeah," Twitch ccontinued, "Dog and I aren't used to this tension; burns calories."
"Tension huh? Right...." her sarcasm was plain but she still hit the turn signal.