"You dare call me stupid?" Ivy slurred her words and burped.
"Hey! I am only talking to you because I'm accumulating good karma. If that wasn't the case, I… I… wouldn't even throw you a stupid clown like you a glance," little Dion wobbled on his seat.
The driver looked at the rear mirror, realizing that he had carried two drunk kids.
"Kid, drinking is bad for your age," the slightly aged driver spoke but continued driving.
"I'm eighteen," Ivy stared at the driver with half-opened eyes. "Like… number 1 and 8. Not 'eight' and 'een'. Do you get it? I'm not underage. I don't know if you've seen the 'eighteen' I'm talking about." she swayed unsteadily.
"I believe you, but what about you in a hoodie?" The driver asked.
Drink gulped a mouthful of alcohol and replied, "You know why there are many unnecessary problems in this world?" He asked the driver indistinctly.
"Nope," answered the driver.
