"OW!" Ami groaned. She rubbed her side, carefully testing for bruises. Usagi apologised profusely but Ami ignored her. There was a migraine coming, she was sure. "Whoever thought that Usagi and I could fit in the shotgun seat?"
Ami's usually calm voice sounded distinctly angry to the four people packed behind. They shrunk in their places and unanimously decided not to answer.
Well, almost unanimously.
"We're sorry," Makoto whispered contritely.
Rei pinched her thigh and Minako slapped her arm, their eyes accusing her for leaving the Ami Tornado to the rest of them.
"No, we aren't." Minako studiously ignored Ami's glare. "It only made sense because you two are the slimmest in the group." That and the 'brief' rock-paper-scissors they've played until the driver had threatened to leave them standing under the rain.
"Usagi slim? With everything she eats?" Rei snickered. "Who'd believe it!"
Usagi shoot daggers at her. Then turned around completely when she saw how cramped they were in the backseat. Her three friends were dangerously close to her boyfriend... Her eyebrows shot up as she sent a warning glance to him.
Mamoru tried to make himself smaller, knowing that the glint in Usagi's eyes did not mean how much she loved him. It had no use. The further he retreated, the more space the girls took. He was thoroughly trapped by arms, legs, hips and - God help him, because Usagi wouldn't - boobs. His head hung in defeat, it couldn't be much longer until this ended, now could it?
Usagi eyed him and decided not to push the subject further. For now. She settled back in her seat with a huff, elbowing Ami in the ribs again.
"OW!"
Ami sighed, glancing at the big yellow taxi beside the tiny one they'd chosen.
If wishes were horses...