"Am not." Cisco disagreed because sweet people didn't call their bosses cocksuckers and sweet people fuck up as much as he did. Cisco crawled into the car awkwardly and dropped into it, leaning his head back and expecting to hear the door shut. When it did, he really didn't think Hartley would still be talking. He opened his eyes and -- why was Hartley sitting next to him still? "What?"

He blinked a few times before he rattled off an address. Not the best area or the best place but he only just got his job and he was slowly making money, he'd get a better apartment soon enough. "Why are you in the car with me? Your friend is in the club."