Prompt: Some variation of "Don't crack wise with me, kid."
Timeline: Pre-X2
Passenger Seat
"I am never letting you drive me anywhere again," Kitty Pryde snarled out the window. "We missed dinner. Mr. Summers is going to blow a gasket."
"Will you shut up already?" John Allerdyce wasn't listening to her, anyway-his attentions were focused on finding a road sign that might hint at their current location. "If someone hadn't been too busy flirting with the smoothie guy, we might have made it out of there before nightfall."
"I wasn't flirting with him! His cousin lives in Deerfield, and we were trying to figure out if I knew her or not. Besides, I'm not the one who missed our off-ramp because he was too busy ogling the half-naked woman on the motorcycle."
"I was ogling the motorcycle. I don't always think with my dick, you know."
"Really? 'Cause right now it sounds like you're talking out your ass."
"Hey!" John stuck his finger in her face in what he hoped was a threatening manner. "Don't you crack wise with me, kid."
Kitty snorted and swatted his hand aside. "I might not have my license, but I'm three months older than you are, kid."
Before he could come up with an appropriately scathing response, Kitty let out a whoop of joy. "Exit on Union! I can get us back from Union!"
John obliged, and they drove on in silence, unsure of what to say now that the tension of being lost had dissipated. "So," he said, "I never knew you were three months older than me."
"Yeah?" She looked at him warily. "So?"
"So I always wanted to make it with an older woman." Even in the darkness of the car Kitty knew exactly what the expression on his face looked like.
She slugged him on the shoulder hard enough to make him flinch. "Next time, I am totally having Pete drive me."
