[kavinsky shows teeth for an instant, a sneer flaring through his too-full lips. then he crosses his arms, nesting his back against the leather seats and looks out the window, his facial expression emptying out. it's a thin show of defiance, though.]

I'm too fucking drunk to be 'in control,' [he points out.] But I'll be less of a bitch if that's what you want. [he sniffs loudly, more like a dog than a human crying. doesn't bother to look at rafa again, not even in the rearview mirror, but it could probably be worse. he has a gun on him, after all. and then, blankly,]

I'dve picked Parrish too.