Everyone is a neck

The One With The AUX Chord and Whataburger

"Dan, please."

"No, dude, I'm driving, so that means I say what we listen to and I say it's fucking Blake Shelton"

"He sucks" Lily groaned, leaning her head against the window.

"Your mom sucks."

Dan sighed to himself, unabashed. He grew up in fucking Texas, all they ever play on any station, 24/7, is country music. He had gone through a bit of a culture shock because of this, since he was unused to not having every other station play country music.

Tate mumbled in his sleep from the passengers side, a blanket that had "Y'ALL" written on it in huge black letters over a Texas Flag wrapped tightly around him.

"I need food."

"Fine, we'll stop at Whataburger."

"Dan, no."

"Why the fuck not?"

"BECAUSE WE'VE EATEN IT EVERY DAY FOR THREE DAYS STRAIGHT AND I WANT TO LIVE TO BE FIFTY, DAN."

"Fine. Sombreros, then."

Lily sighed, content.

Sure, now it wasn't Whataburger, but there was no getting out of eating it when Dan was driving and there was one within a fifty mile radius.

Because, in the end, Whataburger is life.