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femmejosephine) wrote2015-11-09 05:17 pm
femmejosephine) wrote2015-11-09 05:17 pm
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Goin for a ride
She'd had a nice time with Napoleon (who still had a ridiculous name), but it seemed she wasn't done. Her half-joking conversation with Chuck had been the catalyst, but she'd been thinking about it since she talked to Jax.
She needed a motorcycle. Getting to Bondurant's quickly when there was a crisis had always been a pain because she'd either have to wait for a cab or wait for a bus. Having her own transportation made everything easier. And yeah, it was maybe not a particularly intelligent, rational choice in light of the photo and prison record that had appeared, but it at least had a useful reason. She could let herself believe she was really making a wise, convenient choice rather than reacting to something in ways that allowed her to have adrenaline rushes.
She went around to a couple of the dealerships and found a late model Triumph Scrambler in great condition for a fantastic price. The price may have been helped by the amount of flirting she'd done with the salesman, but she knew he wouldn't have gone any lower than he could actually afford, so she didn't feel bad about flirting him down.
Once she picked up a couple of helmets and a bit of gear, she decided her first call needed to be to Chuck. She'd offered to take him for a ride and he'd accepted, and she was pretty sure he meant it. Turned out he did, and so she was waiting in front of his building, leaning against the bike casually. Theoretically, this was just a motorbike ride, but if he offered something else (or she did), that'd be fine too, she thought. She'd see how it went.
She needed a motorcycle. Getting to Bondurant's quickly when there was a crisis had always been a pain because she'd either have to wait for a cab or wait for a bus. Having her own transportation made everything easier. And yeah, it was maybe not a particularly intelligent, rational choice in light of the photo and prison record that had appeared, but it at least had a useful reason. She could let herself believe she was really making a wise, convenient choice rather than reacting to something in ways that allowed her to have adrenaline rushes.
She went around to a couple of the dealerships and found a late model Triumph Scrambler in great condition for a fantastic price. The price may have been helped by the amount of flirting she'd done with the salesman, but she knew he wouldn't have gone any lower than he could actually afford, so she didn't feel bad about flirting him down.
Once she picked up a couple of helmets and a bit of gear, she decided her first call needed to be to Chuck. She'd offered to take him for a ride and he'd accepted, and she was pretty sure he meant it. Turned out he did, and so she was waiting in front of his building, leaning against the bike casually. Theoretically, this was just a motorbike ride, but if he offered something else (or she did), that'd be fine too, she thought. She'd see how it went.