Chapter six

Zaphrina was getting all comfortable with the silent ride so far until the barfly sitting next to her peforatated her inner peace with,

"What's...your name?" He managed to ask despite his too far from sober state. His breath diffused in the car and stunk of a smooth amalgamated mixture of alcohol and puke.

For crying out loud is the name really necessary right there and then?

She shot a glance at his limp body on the passenger's seat before returning her full attention to the road. He hadn't even strength to break open his eye lids. What a mess of a man.

"Zaphrina." She quickly answered praying it will be the first and last question of the ride but boy, she was wrong.

"That's a nice name for a boorish lady."

The fuck!

That spoil button he just broke got her legs abruptly landing on the breaks, almost causing him to fly through the windscreen.

"Holy crap!!!" he exclaimed, bracing himself against the dashboard. His sights partly washed off of half his somnolence.

"What did yo