dead inside

“meh, they’re all the same to me. either way, you got booze and you got girls, didn’t you ?” she shrugs nonchalantly, frowning when he reaches up to pinch her cheeks. “it was pretty entertaining the first half hour watching everyone drink their asses off and try to get laid, but i got bored real quick after that, so i just called a cab and went home. seriously, why’d i even bother coming ? i could’ve stayed home and hacked into the cctv cameras to watch and it’d be the same thing as me being there.” orion mumbles, exhaling a deep sigh at the thought of all the time she wasted last night. “no one died but we were nearly on the brink of death last time you had your hands anywhere near a wheel, dumbass. you probably have a lot less brain cells than 10 if you still think you’re a good driver. do you not remember the way you make your turns ? remember when all of us almost broke our necks that one day ? you’re a terrible driver but you’d make a hell of a grand theft auto player though, just saying.”

"yeah but i got booze and i got a girl back home, isn't all that exciting." he said with a click of his teeth, "although she thinks i went home with someone. which i did but it wasn't a girl, not that it matters." he said with a shrug, "orion you seriously went home, after half an hour? this is why i can't leave your side. you're like this hermit that is stuck to her chair. god, is that why your ass is like that? it's because of the chair. no wonder you look a little pale too. have you been eating? circulating, and your eyes..." he bent down to gloss over any deformaties but she looked fine, val loved to dramatize things around orion. "but are you dead? your neck looks fine, you're more likely to hurt your neck sitting around and getting it to be that stiff than me driving." he demonstrated by cracking his neck easily, "oh, you have nothing on me when it comes to GTA, forget the missions it's about drifting around town and running from the cops. it's like the game was made for me."

she looked at him dumbfounded, completely stunned by the words that just left his mouth. “you’re an idiot.” she told him seriously, her tone flat. “why verona continues to let you bone her- i’ll never know.” she shook her head. “this is exactly why you can’t become a pilot. you could put it on autopilot and” she stopped to mimic what he did, “and you’d still fuck up the autopilot because you pressed the wrong button.” nolee sighed, she couldn’t believe he was supposed to be their leader. “scammers stemmed from a fuckin’ dumbass. i don’t get how you can help take part in fulfilling and creating missions, but you can’t even comprehend driving. it amazes me on how selectively dumb you are.” 

"am i wrong, you press buttons. look." he pulled out his phone to pull up the page in safari but her interest wasn't towards him and flying, so he then lowered his phone and pursed his lips; he believed in himself enough. "because this dick game bomb, you and i could try you know, once." followed by a gag, valenti held out his hand to keep himself from falling over. "couldn't even say that without almost vomiting." he pressed a flat hand against his chest and cleared his throat, "i'm so smart what the hell, i passed high school with a 2.1" he joked, "with an IQ like mine, you think we would have made it this far?" fighting with nolee had to be one of his favorite past times, getting under her skin was another satisfying addition.

“you don’t have to say anything for me to know you’re going to kills us. you can’t even drive on the ground, how the fuck are you gonna fly in the sky? you’ve never even flown a plane safely yourself! you realize how dangerous it is just for a plane to lift off, right?” she questioned him, looking at him with squinted, judgemental eyes as she tried to piece together whatever he was thinking that made him think he’d be a good pilot. “you don’t understand what good driving is. you realize that the three colored lights have meaning, right? and that the red stop sign isn’t a suggestion? god, we’re fuckin’ scammers, but we get scammed whenever you’re behind the fucking wheel.” 

"it's easy, i read something online you just have to press buttons and it flies on its own. why do you think it has autopilot? because you press buttons." he mimicked what he would have done by pressing random buttons in the air before shrugging, "nolee, hate can never bring me down." he tapped his chin, pretending to take in her suggestions. when val drove, he followed his own rules - not what was set by the government. "red means go faster, green means speed, yellow means what is slow? stop means go." he wiped a tear, "scammers stemmed from me, it's beautiful isn't it?"

“you went to one nightclub last night and suddenly you think you’ve seen everything greece has to offer ? dude, we haven’t even visited the beach or toured the place yet. also, when did i agree to this plan ? you know damn well i wouldn’t be caught dead around you or hacking something if it means that you’ll be in charge of driving. how many brain cells did you lose exactly after nearly crashing into that car last time, huh ?”

"yeah? didn't you see the club? it smelled like pee and weed, i wasn't a fan. i wanted something high end, fancy. someone who brings me champagne in a glass and hits on me wanting me to be a sugar baby." he teased,  "aw, orion do you want to go to the beach in mykonos? i think i can find you a nice suitable man." he reaches to pinch her cheeks, leaving a faint pinkish mark in his wake. "i think after driving i've gained 10 brain cells, i'm so good at driving. no one died, duh."

“orions gonna hack an entire plane only for you to kill us before we get to the next location? i’m not fucking dying at the hands of an aspiring pilot. aspiring isn’t certified, dumbass.” nolee glared. “and driving isn’t a synonym for ‘flying’, either” she sighed in annoyance. “amazing?” she repeated. “are you stupid? is amazing a synonym for ‘shitty’ to you? or do you really think orion giving you a fake license means you legally passed the drivers test?”  

"who said i'm going to end up killing you, you're just putting words in your mouth out of fear, it's okay. i've improved since bulgaria." he replied with an eyeroll, "aspiring? listen nolee, i take piloting seriously. have you ever flown a plane? no." valenti lips pursed out, "whoa, i'm sensing hostility here because you don't understand good driving when you see it. did you die? no. you're alive and you're so welcome for that!" he says with an exaggerated tone.