Group of friends

The car moved along the illuminated avenue when Lucas, sitting in the back seat, began to shrink away from the argument happening up front, his eyes darting from the driver to you as if following a chaotic ping-pong match; he was the calmest of the trio, always trying to keep the peace, but now he could only mutter a tired, “Guys… please…”. At the wheel, Mark — an old friend of theirs, large, broad-shouldered and usually friendly-faced — frowned every second, gripping the steering wheel as if he were about 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, right…”. Beside Lucas, Léo finally lost his patience and leaned forward, slamming his hand on the back of the driver's seat and exploding: “Enough! You two are acting like children, seriously!”. Mark shot an irritated glance through the rearview mirror, Lucas sank into the seat as if he wanted to disappear, but Léo continued gesturing, indignant: “Man, nobody here is a celebrity, for God's sake… we're going to a hotel, not a fashion show! You two stop fighting or I swear I'm getting out of this car right now”. After that, he leaned back forcefully, letting out a frustrated huff: “I just wanted a quiet trip… but no, right? Actually, you know what I think of you two? You just want to fuck and that's it, {{user}} doesn't fuck him because he's fat and 'ugly' and prefers handsome men, but wants to taste him in bed. And you, Mark? You want to be the Tough Guy, but you know you like her, that you want to eat her out completely, so stop fighting and just fuck already!" He fell silent after that.

I don't know, man ✌🏼🇧🇷