"Was that Mrs.Perky?" Kat asked as they stopped at a red light. Patrick glared at her and shook his head. "Yes!" he said sounding none too impressed. Kat burst out laughing. She knew that it was horrible of her but she couldn't help it. "Mrs. Perky saw you strip?!" she exclaimed in the midst of hysterics. He glared at her and then looked back at the road. " Christ you were up there in a thong! Oh my god I would have died!" she continued. "Extremely amusing." He said dryly glaring at her again, longer this time. She caught his glare and she laughed even harder. "What?! You have to admit it is pretty damn funny." She protested in her defense, trying to control herself, calming down a bit. "I will admit nothing of the sort." He argued, glaring at her, and she burst out laughing at his wounded look. "Jeez." He grumbled, not in the least amused. He rubbed his forehead and then raised his hips fishing something out of his back pocket. "Here." He said handing her the wad of cash. "What's this?" she asked. "The price of my dignity." He replied bitterly trying to force the humiliating memories out of his head. Kat grinned at him and then focused her attention on the cash. "How much?" she asked. "Three thousand." He replied flatly. "THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS!!" she screamed. The light turned green and Patrick continued to drive. "Yeah." He said glancing at her. "Holy shit! Oh my God, Patrick do you have any idea how much money that is?" she asked excitedly. "Not nearly enough that's for damn sure." He grumbled remembering the club and the characters that tried to proposition him. Kat finally took pity on his discomfort. She smiled lovingly at his grimace and leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sorry I laughed." She said. "No your not." He snapped back nearly biting her nose. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Yes I am. It was wrong of me. Wrong and rude." "And completely insensitive! You are the one who is supposed to be bitching at me for how sensitive I'm not! Who is the guy in this relationship!" he added glancing at her angrily. "But honey you aren't insensitive. You are very in touch with your feelings. Plus your not gay." "Oh yeah? Well tell that let bit to Sir. Rapes-a-lot and his rainbow bright tribe and I'll feel a lot better." He snapped, finally cracking his frustration and embarrassment at fever pitch as he glared at her forgetting where he was and ignoring the road. "I can't believe you made me do that! That was bad enough, and then Mrs. Perky was there do you have any idea, any idea what so ever how incredibly embarrassing that was? I wanted to die Kat, I wanted to die. And then you're here laughing your ass off as if my mortification is the most fucking hilarious thing in the whole god damned world! And it's not funny Kat! It's not funny at all." He glanced at the road hearing a horn blow and glanced up in time to serve and avoid a huge Mac truck barreling towards them. "SHIT!!" he screamed trying to regain control of the car. Kat was thrown off of him and hit the door with a thud. She stared at him for a moment, waiting to see if he was done yelling. She had never seen him this pissed at her. And he had never cursed like that at her. Patrick glanced behind him at the truck even more on end now. "Everything's funny right? So god damned funny when it's someone else but it happens to you and everyone has to shut up and sympathize. That is the meanest most inconsiderate thing you have ever done to me. I can't believe you had the frickin nerve to laugh. There is nothing remotely funny about it. That's the last time I put my ass on the line for you. I swear to God Kat, sometimes you are such a bitch you know that?" You're right." She whispered feeling absolutely horrid for doing that to him. "What?!" he snappped glaring at her but keeping his attention on the road this time. She wrapped her arms around his neck again and rested her chin on his shoulder. He seethed but didn't shake her off. He was done yelling at her, and having vented some of his frustration he wasn't nearly at ticked off. "I said you're right. I'm sorry." She said, kissing his temple and laying her head on his shoulder scooting closer to him. He glanced at her and sighed. 'And then you have to look so cute and you make it impossible to hate you.' He thought to himself. He wasn't mad anymore. She had that effect on him. She new how he felt and she looked sorry enough. Finally he smiled kissed the crown of her head gently and wrapped an arm around her body. She grinned and glanced up at him. He looked at her and smiled back kissing her tenderly before returning his attention to the road. She laid her head on his shoulder again and sighed.