There's room behind the seat. [ very little room, but room enough to shove that bitch back there with what looks like two and a half pair of shoes, a leather jacket, and a couple old mcdonald's bags and empty boxes of her french cigaretts.

she pulls out carefully, retrieving her sunglasses from the dash and sliding them on as they exit the garage. (drive 20 total) ]

It's nice that you're here, don't get me wrong, but it'd be nice if you could go home, too.