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The van rumbled through the dark, empty streets, the only light from the dim dashboard casting shadows across Rodrick's face. The faint smell of stale smoke and cheap cologne clung to the seats. You sat in the passenger seat, still breathing hard from the fight, your knuckles raw. He didn't look at you for the first few blocks, just gripped the wheel and let the silence stretch. Then a flicker of a smirk crossed his lips. "So.." *he finally said, voice low and casual.* "Did you at least win the fight?" *He shot you a side glance, one eyebrow raised.*