Going places [closed, complete]

[hackeralastair]

WHO: Alastair hackeralastair and Bakura shiromadoushi
WHERE: Stark Tower, and then around the City
WHEN: Monday afternoon
WARNINGS: none likely
SUMMARY: Bakura came to meet Alastair after work and gets a ride on the Ducati
FORMAT: idk whatever. I always para to start.

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[hackeralastair]

Alastair leaned on the helmet seated in his lap at the moment. "What are you in such a hurry for? I just got out of the building, man." He chuckled a bit. "You all right? Take a minute and catch your breath."

[hackeralastair]

Alastair just shook his head. "Yeah, and now that you ran all this way, we're gonna hop on my bike and leave. How's that?" He decided not to make fun of Bakura's need to be polite and not delay. It was something he wasn't going to get over anytime soon, and really, the world needed fewer jerks like Alastair anyway.

[hackeralastair]

"Yeah, probably." Alastair had only brought the one helmet with him to work that day; he looked at it, then at Bakura, then back at the helmet, before handing it to his friend. "You wear this. I'm an experienced rider, I'd feel safer if you had it on." He was already sitting astride the bike, but there was definitely room behind him for a passenger. He shifted his laptop satchel so Bakura could grab onto him without having the bag between them.

"You don't mind if we go somewhere...way out of the way, do you? I need to go somewhere quiet for a while."

[hackeralastair]

Alastair nodded over his shoulder in agreement. He usually kept his comm and cell on, too. He flipped the key to start the bike and revved it a couple of times, giving Bakura time to settle into the seat and hang on, before peeling away from the curb and melding effortlessly with the rush-hour traffic

[hackeralastair]

Alastair grinned to himself whenever Bakura's arms around him tightened. Without glancing back, he didn't know if it was because he was scared or excited, but he could ask when they came to a stop. At least, being held that close meant Bakura leaned with him into the turns, as he should in order to keep the bike's center of balance. It was an exhilarating ride, even if the wind in his face was cold without the helmet and visor to block it.

He pulled off the highway not too long after, tooling around for a bit until he found somewhere to stop. He wasn't hungry, but a hot drink sounded good, so he picked a rather unassuming neighborhood full of upscale brick buildings and sure enough, there was a little Italian-style cafe nestled among the random art galleries and home-grown video stores. "What do you think?" he asked after he'd turned off the motor and could look back. "Want some coffee or cocoa?"

[hackeralastair]

Alastair slid off first, taking the keys to the Ducati with him. "You can leave the helmet on the seat, I don't think it'll go anywhere. 'Sides, we can watch it from the cafe window." He thumbed over his shoulder at the place he had picked out. Of course, he was still taking his laptop with him - that was not in question.

[hackeralastair]

Of course, since he wasn't wearing a helmet at all, even Alastair's hair was completely wind-tossed by the ride. He shook his head to try and settle it the best he could. "I didn't go too fast for you, did I?" he asked flippantly as he turned and pulled the door to the cafe open for both of them.

[hackeralastair]

"All right, good," Alastair chuckled, following him into the fragrant warmth of the cafe. "You had a pretty tight grip on me, I didn't know if it was because I was freaking you out or not."

He looked up at the menu boards, freshly chalked with today's specials. Some flavored coffee and maybe...cannoli? He wondered if they'd be as good as the ones he had in Italy, since this seemed to be a cafe run by actual Italians.