📱Yeah, should be. We've been at this bar for a while.
📱: But I just saw Ashley (red head) leave with... I'm gonna make sure she knows who that is.
📱: I know you're gonna show up anyway, so I'll see ya when you get here.
ʰᵉˡˡᵒ -hello? can you hear me?
oh good finally!—
this is 𝗪𝗔𝟵𝗬𝗝𝗗 at ᴡsǫᴋ radio 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 from
ė̴̡͜r̴͔̙̀̊r̸̦̙͌͠ơ̵̱͌ŗ̴̮̌̔ ̷̖̩͝l̴͉̱̇o̵͖͐c̵̮̚à̶͇͛t̷̞͉̓i̴̧̒̾o̸̲͖̓ṅ̶͕ ̶̰̀n̶̢̎̈́ȯ̴̤͗t̴̲͍̉̈́ ̴͕͐͌f̴̡̤̒o̶͔͈̕u̸̝͒͜n̸͇̉d̵͎́
we’ve got a great selection of songs,
playing just for you—
*Watching the city pass by, she recalled with a bit of unearned, smug satisfaction that it was all because of this bike that she approached him at a bar in the first place, all those long months ago.*
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⠀⠀⠀*No more words needed. He'd just peel off into the road, and towards their dinner. Not the most luxurious thing in the world, but it was theirs.
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⠀⠀⠀Woman, don't ask silly questions. Damn right I'm serious. Serious piggy back.
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⠀⠀⠀*He's slowly pushing his way out of his parking spot, before peeling out. Slow, steady.
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⠀⠀⠀*He doesn't initially respond. Plopping his visor down, and kickstarting his engine.
I'll carry you home on my damn back before I call for your Prince Charming's fuckin' help.
*Shes all smiles now, and her face is a little flush from the playfulness of it all.
I can’t make any promises. But I’ll do my best, for what that’s worth.
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⠀⠀⠀*A smile graces that scruffy visage before he reaches hand around to give her a playful pat on the backside. Brief, fleeting, but strong.
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⠀⠀⠀Sure, sure. Just don't get too used to it.
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Should you take her out for a drink before we get dinner? Can’t have your steed giving out on us. I’d have to call Nate if she did.
*Knowing better than to argue she takes the helmet without a word, smirking as she puts it on.
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⠀⠀⠀Ah, of course. My quite valiant, very gas-hungry steed.
⠀⠀*As they approach the bike, he unwillingly relinquishes her from his hold to grab his extra helmet. Holding it out to her, expectant but silent.
*Hard to ignore the butterflies in her stomach, causing her smile to grow wider. What a treat this was turing out to be.*
Mmh, yes. I do suppose such a meal will suffice this eve. Especially if accompanied by a ride on your valiant steed.
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⠀⠀⠀*Arm clasps in arm, and he rests a palm over her knuckles, gently locking the two in place. Not like he'd let her go. Though, a hand doth guide towards... his bike.
⠀⠀⠀Mm... Does Checker's sound good enough for thine palate this eve, Madame? We can bring it home.
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⠀⠀⠀*Arm clasps in arm, and he rests a palm over her knuckles, gently locking the two in place. Not like he'd let her go. Though, a hand doth guide towards... his bike.
⠀⠀⠀Mm... Does Checker's sound good enough for thine palate this eve, Madame? We can bring it home.
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*She was not actively trying to hide her immense joy as she uncrosses her arms to link with his*
Why, thank you, Mr. Scud. And where will we be dining this evening? Perhaps your abode?
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⠀⠀⠀Nah, the only necessity here is your company. The food's be a plus.
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⠀⠀⠀*Wordlessly offering an arm.
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⠀⠀⠀Maybe I was waiting for you to join me, Ms. Dunne.