Dean smirked and hugged Devon, who proceeded to punch his gut. "Gross!" "AHAHA- okay." they both got in, Devon trying to stay away from Claire so the stench wouldn't pass onto her... as much.
Devon shrugged a bit. "It's a little better than what we usua--" "She touched my car, Constance, you BITCH!" he angrily yelled, then cleared his throat. "Sorry. But she touched my car." he whined.
"Where--" he looked at Devon. "What's her name?" "Constance.." "Where Constance took the swan dive." They both looked over the edge of the bridge. "Hm."