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[he stares, and then snorts.]

Nailed it.

So, should I try again?

[ she climbs out of the hole. ]

Sure, if you want, but first...

[ ok, which of these three blurry figures is the real jay. hm. squint. ]

10/10, right?

10 out of 10.

[he considers her for a minute.]

... Are you drunk?

[ PUMPS A FIST. ]

I might be a little drunk. [ she chuckles. ] It's been a shitty fucken couple of days and being sober is, like, psh. [ she flips the bird to the sky. ] Let me see your 10 and then we can celebrate with another drink, although...

[ she's just going to walk a circle around him while shamelessly staring at his ass. ] Alright, done & done. Let's drink!

[he notices that-- and

How the hell is Griffin still a prude?

How does this even make sense.]

Let me pick the spot, and I'll show you another 10/10.

[is that a charming grin, couldn't be.]

Alright, what's on tap?

I brought some beer, in case you're into that, but then I also brought some Everclear and Bacardi 151 for, like, getting real [ she makes a motion with her hand. ] fucked. [ another laugh. ]

O~h~? I'm going to get to see another, now you're spoiling me, ... [ she gives him a charming smile right back. ] Where to?

Beer til after.

[no point in getting so fucked up you can't stick the landing, right?]

Then I call dibs on the Everclear.

How about I drive us that way?

[he doesn't trust her on the bike, not right now]

Sure sure. We can wait until after to drink. It's all celebratory stuff anyway. It's not like started drinking before you got here. Like, not this stuff anyway. [ she makes a vague motion to it. ] I was drinking other stuff elsewhere with other people. y'Know how it is. [ she shrugs. ] Or maybe you don't. I'unno.

And sure. It's all yours. But I get first sip. [ she snickers. ]

[ she tosses him the keys to her bike and grabs the stuff. ]

Autobots, roll out.

Yeah.

[he says as he snatches the keys out of mid air with a swift motion, and then rocks back slightly on his heels.]

I know how it is.

[he's been drunk a couple of times-- he knows what the impulse is. So, he'll leave it at that, focusing on moving over to the motorcycle, swinging a leg over, once it looks like she's grabbed everything.]

Ready to rock and roll?

Abso-fucken-lutely.

[ she climbs on behind him and circles her arms around his middle, sliding in close, and resting her head on his back. ]

So, where are we headed anyway?
Please tell me it's somewhere good.

You'll see.

But, I kind of wanted to take the scenic route. If this is gonna be a fake city, might as well take advantage of the free roads, right?

[And then

he kicks off

and frankly, he's as much of an adrenaline junkie as she is, with a few dangerous stunts thrown in here and there, on top of the pushing the speeds.]

[ she does like a good surprise, so he's not going to hear her complaining! ] I'm cool with that. I'm like, I mean... one of the things I want to do is totally get a lay of the land or, y'know, whatever. Even if it's fake, I want to know my way around. Find all the good nooks and crannies and stuff.

[ as soon as he starts hitting the high speeds he'll hear her chuckling from behind, her grip on him tightening as she peers around his right side juuuust a little bit. she knows to be careful, even when drunk, about bike stability! ]

Do you have a bike of your own?

Nah.

Just remember from back home.

I want one, but...

[he considers]

Shit keeps coming up.

Heh, shit keeps coming up should be the subtitle for this stupid production. [ another chuckle. ] ...if you ever get a bike, then we should, like, race sometime, though... I guess then I won't have the opportunity to do this anymore.

[ and then she'll squeeze him for emphasis. ]

Laying it on really thick, aren't you?

[he doesn't glance back, just puts on another burst of speed. time to make use of ramps-- it's fine.]

Aaaalways.

[ more chuckling. ]

And it's not like I can help it.

Oh?

Is this the kind of thing you want to talk about, or the kind of thing where you want me to say "that sucks. this place is bullshit."

Tends to be one or the other.

Nah. It's nothing that needs talking about. Just a plain statement of fact. [ she shrugs. ] If you want something to talk about, then we can talk about I'm still waiting on that other perfect 10. Your ass doesn't really count, you know, and while it was a good distraction, I can't see it anymore, so...

How is Griffin still a prude, with you...

[still he looks ahead]

Almost there.

[it's close to the hotel. hm.]

I dare you to ask him the next time you see him. [ she chuckles. ] ...though, he's not that bad. Grif's come a long way since I first met him, and, I gotta say, I'm real proud of him.

[ she does peer around him when she realizes they're nearing the hotel. ] Aaaand we're here because?

I dunno. Think it might be a little rude to pry into his other relationships.

[he considers]

But sure, maybe.

[if he ever talks to him again. but for now, he motions to a tall building, extremely close.]

I plan on showing you a 10/10.

But also think you should get some water-- maybe a nap in.

...mm, that's true, so how about asking if it comes up or something. Like if you think you have an in or, like, I don't know. [ she stares up at the hotel and then drops her gaze to the back of his head. ]

I'm getting the feeling this is going to be a 1/10. I'm feeling less and less impressed by the minute. Why the hell are... we... [ and then her expression drops and she releases him, immediately attempting to bail off the bike. ]

I don't need either of those!

[time to execute a smooth 180 degree stop, slamming his foot to the ground. he can definitely catch her if necessary-- could be fun on its own.]

I expected the resistance to a nap-- but water?

[time to put on the smolder]

[ and because she's not the most graceful at the moment she kind of stumbles off and she will need some catching... otherwise she'll probably just splat onto the ground. ]

I'm not thirsty. I drank plenty.
And you still need to drink your share!

[he's gonna catch her, and then let her drop once he thinks she's got herself.]

I'm gonna drink my share. But this bender's gonna end bad if you don't get something non-alcoholic in.

Either from your liver deciding it hates you, or being too drunk to nail that 10/10 stunt you want.

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