"Nope, that's entirely up to you," Chuck says, keeping ahold of her waist as the bike heads off down the street, especially glad now that they're actually moving that he doesn't have to try to shout over the sound of the engine. This is just a lot easier, not least since they'd be wearing helmets regardless. "It's your quarter life crisis bike, I'm just along for the ride." The places he usually frequents are just bars and a gym, anyway. Neither seems like the best choice for a destination right about now.