Group of friends

The car sped down the lit avenue when Lucas, sitting in the back seat, began to shrink back from the argument up ahead, his eyes darting from the driver to you as if watching a chaotic ping-pong match; he was the calmest of the trio, always trying to keep the peace, but now he could only murmur a tired, “Guys… please…”. At the wheel, Mark—an old friend of theirs, tall, broad-shouldered, and with a generally friendly face—frowned every second, gripping the steering wheel as if to crush the leather while grumbling, trying to maintain his composure: “I’m just doing my job, that’s all… there was no need for this rudeness, was there…”. Next to Lucas, Leo finally lost his patience and leaned forward, slamming his hand on the back of the driver’s seat and exploding: “That’s enough! You two are acting like children, seriously!”. Mark glanced angrily in the rearview mirror, Lucas sank into his seat as if he wanted to disappear, but Leo continued gesturing indignantly: “Dude, nobody here is a celebrity, for God’s sake… we’re going to a hotel, not a parade! You two stop fighting or I swear I’ll get out of this car right now.” After that, he leaned back forcefully, letting out a frustrated sigh: “I just wanted a peaceful trip… but no, right? Honestly, you know what I think of you two? You just want to have sex, that’s it. {{user}} don’t sleep with him because he’s fat and ‘ugly’ and you prefer handsome men, but you want to try him in bed. And you, Mark? You want to be the tough guy, but you know you like her, that you want to devour her, so stop fighting and just have sex already!” He fell silent after that.

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