He says, “I don't know how you get anywhere in that thing.”
She crosses her arms, chin going up. “My baby runs just fine. Beat your piece o' shit Chevy any day of the week. Can't drive up a hill, can you. Bet it corners like a battleship.”
He grins, but it looks like he's showing his wolf teeth, so she grins back, showing her human teeth (hey, they tear too).
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She can make the rules. Derek roars up behind her, but rides the bumper as she swerves in his way and she laughs, whooping as she goes around a corner because of course, the Camaro corners for shit.

Внезапно вспомнился разговор с мальчиком, когда он рассказывал, что они не смогли в LA въехать в горку на феррари, так как за ночь образовался гололед (а они, естественно, были на летней резине). Это, конечно, не battleship that corners for shit, но близко
