simplicity.

[candlejack]

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[switchgun]

[Hello, life motto.

Enjoying a nice black cigarette after wiping her Harley Davidson sparkly clean.]

[axemancometh]

[Strauss wolfwhistles as he passes - not at the woman, at the motorbike. He stops and looks it up and down admiringly over the top of his sunglasses]

Nice. Is she yours?

[switchgun]

[Aimed at her or not, she still grins, patting at the side-cart in the sun.]

Yup. A relic from my family, so I guess mine and my sister's. But she's our baby, yeah.

[axemancometh]

She's looking good.

[he smirks widely and makes a pleased sound as he hunkers down to inspect the enginework with a keen eye]

Gotta love the old ones. They run real smooth when you know how to handle 'em just right.

[switchgun]

[Smiles around a cigarette.]

Thank you.

Yeah, the good thing about old school. Old ladies know how to appreciate love when it's given.

[axemancometh]

[if that metaphor just went anywhere sexual Strauss definitely doesn't notice]

Jesus, I been wandering around this place for how long now? And this is the first thing that's actually made me feel like I'm home.

[switchgun]

[Mind is actually completely out of the gutter. She's only referring to life experiences with old ladies that give her cookies even in the middle of a war.]

[She notices a spot with a fingerprint and rubs it clean]

Aw, man. You don't have yours around or what?

[axemancometh]

Nope, not here. And anyway - [he eases himself down until he's sitting on the pavement, legs splayed a kick out in to the road] My old girl was in pretty bad nick when I left her, all worse for wear just 'cause some asshole didn't like me too much and took me out on a freeway. And that was years ago.

[but he grins appreciatively] Does the heart good to meet another like-minded soul, y'know?

[switchgun]

[Eyebrows arch and her cigarette shift from one side of her mouth to the other] Whoa, man. Been out on bar brawls a lot or what?

[She crouches by his side, still looking at the motorbike.] Tell me about it. Not many people ever decide to show appreciation for the little things back where I come from.

[axemancometh]

Yeah... Just got a knack for finding bastards who fancy beating me and my bike up, y'know? [he grins lop-sidedly and turns to squint at her from behind his sunglasses] Hey, you got a name?

[switchgun]

Sounds like a person I know, actually. [Meaning herself when she's drunk.]

Oh, yeah. [Grins and stretches out her hand] Riley.