Kitten (Oct 14, 2010 2:14:04 AM)
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Scratchy McPhearson (Oct 14, 2010 2:14:34 AM)
*He looks around as they head out* Quietest I've seen this place. *He heads down towards his bike, making sure she's still with him*
Kitten (Oct 14, 2010 2:15:23 AM)
*Kitten walks out to the bike and strokes her fingers over the fender, looking around the night and smileing a little as she stands by, the petite redhead nodding* I'm sure it isn't anything bad.. there are lots of guards around here.. *Then slideing onto the bike behind him, arms wrapped around Scrachy's waist, it not the first time she's been on the back of a bike*
Scratchy McPhearson (Oct 14, 2010 2:21:04 AM)
*Before she got on the bike he'd take his helmet down from the handlebars and put it on her head, tightening the strap under her chin. It's one of the old German WWI style helmets with the spike on top. He then gets on the bike, lets her slide up behind him. He actually sighs softly when he feels her arms around him and her pressed up against his back, then kicks on the bike with a rumble and takes off, going down the drive and onto the road.*
Kitten (Oct 14, 2010 2:22:30 AM)
*Kitten holds him gently, smileing a little at the chiverly of makeing her wear the helmit, the young kinfolk trying to sooth the tension in the werewolf with a simple touch.. her arms gently tighten around him when he drives though the lousiana night, her body slight and sweet and warm at his back*
Scratchy McPhearson (Oct 14, 2010 2:23:56 AM)
*He goes pretty fast, enjoying the wind and the air and the freedom. As she snuggles against his back she would smell his leathery, smoky, musty scent. He would just drive for some time then with her.*
Kitten (Oct 14, 2010 2:25:20 AM)
*Kitten holds him as they pass though the wilds around the sept and though the dark night, snuggleing into his back and leaning up to speak into his ear* Want to find a bar sir?
Scratchy McPhearson (Oct 14, 2010 2:28:10 AM)
*Nods to her and continues along, eventually getting to a little bar out next to the swampy bayou type woods. It looks like a sketchy, rough and tumble sorta place. He stops his bike, his hand moving to rest on her bare leg a moment or two as he kicks the stand down and turns it off, then would let her get off first.*
Kitten (Oct 14, 2010 2:29:46 AM)
*She slides off and grins, slipping off the helmit and looking to the bar as she runs her pink toung across red painted lips* I think I like it
Scratchy McPhearson (Oct 14, 2010 2:30:37 AM)
Yeah? *Hangs his helmet from his handlebars* Didn' know you had a bit o' that badgirl thing goin'.
Kitten (Oct 14, 2010 2:31:54 AM)
You should have seen me before they burned my wardrobe and took my collar.. *A wicked pout at that memory, then shakeing her head to clear it and smileing* Let's go inside
Scratchy McPhearson (Oct 14, 2010 2:33:57 AM)
Who the fuck did that? *Heading towards the door with her*
Kitten (Oct 14, 2010 2:34:24 AM)
Just.. everybody, kinda. my tribe. *She walks to the bar*
Scratchy McPhearson (Oct 14, 2010 2:35:00 AM)
*Heads in first, instead of holding the door open for her, looking around the room challengingly*
Kitten (Oct 14, 2010 2:35:40 AM)
*She grins at the chiverly and smiles, walking inside*
Kitten (Oct 14, 2010 2:36:04 AM)
((Sadly I should go though.. *Smile* I had fun though. We should play again or pick this up sometime))
Scratchy McPhearson (Oct 14, 2010 2:36:28 AM)
((Sure thing! I'll keep an eye out for ya! Love Rping with you.))
Kitten (Oct 14, 2010 2:36:48 AM)
((*Smiles* Thank you))
Kitten (Oct 14, 2010 2:36:54 AM)
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Scratchy McPhearson (Oct 14, 2010 2:37:46 AM)
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