"You're so bad!"
"Am not!"
"So are!" Max covered her ears as Chloe tried to sing along to We Wish You A Merry Christmas.
"It's Christmas! It's basically tradition to have shitty carol singers!" Chloe drummed her fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the carol blasting through the car stereo.
"Yeah, but you're like a whole new level of Victorian-kid-singing to-get-money bad!" Max couldn't even keep a straight face thinking about it.
"May I just remind you whose idea it was to take a trip with yours truly to your parents for Christmas?" Chloe took her eyes off the road to give a mocking glance to her comrade.
"Well it's tradition!"
"What, to take your girlfriend to the parents for dinner?" Max fell quiet at the mention of the 'g-word'.
"You said we wouldn't speak of the g-word."
"You said you wouldn't use your powers again, but I'm pretty damn sure you've thrown my tapes out more times than you can count." Max was silent again.
"Good point." She cleared her throat and pushed her back higher into the seat.
"So... What hath doth yonder queen planned for her majesty and myself?" Chloe's mock royal voice had made a return.
"You sound stupid, you klutz."
"And you haven't answered my question, Dux ex Maxin-ma." Max grumbled at the invention of another nickname.
"I dunno. Maybe I'll start with suffocating you in your sleep." She punched Chloe in the arm.
"Ow! You've probably already done that anyway."
"Yeah, true." Chloe laughed at Max's response, while Max adjusted her hair.
"Are ya going on a date or something?" Chloe's snarky remarks kept firing.
"Some of us try to look like humans, dimwit." Max's witty responses still managed to hold their own.
"Shit- you gotta help me hide my antennae Max!" Chloe took her hands off the steering wheel and planted them on her head. This prompted Max to stretch over in a flash to grab the wheel.
"Christ, Chloe! You can't do that!" This only prompted a burst of laughter from the blue haired driver, who took the wheel again.
"If you keep this up, I'll make you sleep in the attic!" Chloe turned her face to Max's words and pulled a pout that could rival the saddest of dogs any day.
"But Maxey-waxey..." Max burst out in laughter again, accidentally scattering the contents of her bag onto the floor.
"You should hear the names you call me in your sleep!" Max's eyes sparked with tears as she giggled. Chloe's response to this was, of course, to turn the stereo up.
"Come on, Chloe-"
"This beat is my fuckin jam, Max! Be my air guitar!" Carry On My Wayward Son ripped through the stale air inside the car.
"Chloe, I really gotta show you Supernatural."
"Shut up and play guitar, gal!"