'Ow, Jesus man. Remind me to teach you how to drive.' said Frankie and rubbed her head as Dustin kept driving horribly.
'Yeah, man slow down.' said Steve and Frankie frowned at him for copying her. 'What is this, the Indy 500?' slurred Frankie, and Steve patted her knee.
'No, it's the Indy 300.' he said, also slurring. 'No, idiot, it's 500!'
'It's 300!' yelled Steve, throwing up three fingers to prove his point.
Frankie gasped and her eyes grew wide. 'Let's say a million.' They both began laughing loudly, while Robin looked at them with an infinite amount of confusion.
'What is wrong with them?' asked Erica from the front seat.
'I don't know.' replied Dustin, taking his eyes off the road to look at her. In the back, Frankie kept trying to get Robin to make out with her, while Steve was singing to himself.
'Come on, just a little kiss.' slurred Frankie, and Robin rolled her eyes. 'Your boyfriend is right there. Makeout with him.'
Frankie scrunched up her nose. 'No, he has blood on his face. After he takes a shower maybe.'
The car thingy slammed into a bunch of metal barrels, throwing the three teenagers in the backseat against the metal wall separating the front seats from the back. Frankie groaned as Robin's foot connected with her stomach.
'Sorry, sorry.' said Robin and adjusted her position. The doors opened, Dustin and Erica standing there. Robin jumped out too, leaving Frankie and Steve in a cuddle-like position.
'Come on.' said Dustin and Frankie groaned, not wanting to get up. 'We gotta go. now!'
'Come on, let's go!' yelled Erica and grabbed onto Frankie's foot, pulling her. Dustin did the same with Steve, the couple stumbling out of the vehicle.
'Ow, that hurted.'
'Yeah, man this sucks.' Frankie helped Steve stand up.
Robin pushed them both into the elevator and Frankie's face lit up at the sight of a trolley. She grabbed Steve's sleeve and jumped as she pointed at it.
'Babe, babe, look.' Steve whooped as the elevator began going up. He climbed on the trolley, acting like he was surfing.
'You look like you're surfing!' yelled Frankie as she held onto the trolley, pushing it to make it harder for Steve to stay on.
'Yeah, surfing! Whoo!'
Robin, Dustin and Erica looked at them with matching expressions.
'They seem drunk.' said Erica as Frankie laughed loudly at Steve loosing his footing.
'Why would they be drunk?' asked Robin as the couple kept whooping. Suddenly, Frankie pulled the trolley towards her, making Steve fall off completely. She laughed loudly as he hit the floor.
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