#voiceofathousandhurricanes

"You less grumpy? What, is there another nuclear apocalypse on the horizon?" A tinge of watchful suspicion darted trough blue eyes as he studied the sniper, lips pursed together as he considered his options despite his own off-handed joke. But lying to Boone just didn't feel right. "Yes. Maybe it is."

(Then he will just have to visit Haldir without clothes.)

What really did matter, however, because it was grating on her nerves, was the depressing song blaring from the headphones the passenger in front of her was wearing. It might have been tolerable if the song itself hadn't been paired with that god-awful pink. Who the hell wore pink headphones, anyways? The song reached a swell, and with a brief, frustrated groan she ripped them off of the other passenger's head, slid open the window beside her seat, and tossed them out, settling back down with her elbow on the window and her hand on her forehead. No one needed to be blaring music at this time of night anyways.

YES. Yes to BOTH OF THOSE THINGS. Wait, what? Remy's melting. JFC GUYS WE NEED A FREEZER HERE STAT!