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Post by Brandi on Jun 13, 2007 14:06:17 GMT -5
*Brandi led Cry-Baby around back to the shed. She put her hands up to open it, but turned around quickly, playfully eying him.*
"Close your eyes. It's a surprise."
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Post by Cry Baby on Jun 13, 2007 14:18:39 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby narrowed his eyes at her, but after a moment complied.*
"Better be good," *he warned her with mock-gruffness.*
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Post by Brandi on Jun 13, 2007 14:27:49 GMT -5
*Brandi grinned.* "Oh, I think you will. Otherwise...you can punish me as you see fit." *She pulled the heavy door open. Inside was a present. ((sans guy.))*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jun 13, 2007 17:00:03 GMT -5
((Holy crap that's hot. Er, the bike, sans guy.))
*Cry-Baby's eyes grew wide, then welled up with a tear. He moved to the hog, then turned back to Brandi, as if he needed permission to touch it.*
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Post by Brandi on Jun 13, 2007 17:04:13 GMT -5
((Thank Jeremy. That's all him.))
*Brandi suppressed her smile as much as she could, crossing her arms and leaning back against the wall of the shed.*
"So I did all right then?"
*Her smile broke wide.*
"Just be careful with it. It's not...your average motorcycle. I don't want anyone getting hurt."
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Post by Cry Baby on Jun 13, 2007 17:32:41 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby had to touch it first. He ran his hands over the chrome, the seat, the handlebars... It felt like rock n' roll.
He came back around to Brandi and caught her up in his arms.*
"All right? Brandi, you've made me the happiest juvenile delinquent in the world!"
*He set her down again, but didn't let go yet.*
"What do you mean be careful?"
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Post by Brandi on Jun 13, 2007 17:38:03 GMT -5
I mean it's War's apocalypse mount.
*Brandi pursed her lips, considering how to put it.*
"Let's just say that it's got a hardcore engine and could unleash some serious Hell."
*She touched his cheek tenderly.*
"I don't want to see you get hurt. I'd never forgive myself, knowing that I gave it do you."
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Post by Cry Baby on Jun 15, 2007 11:06:33 GMT -5
*Cry-baby's heart warmed at her words. He cupped her face with one hand, the other still touching the bike.*
"Aw, babe, I'll be careful as your grandma if it'll bring me back safe to you," *he said.* "When I go, it ain't gonna be your fault."
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Post by Brandi on Jun 16, 2007 0:58:39 GMT -5
*Brandi shut her eyes gently at his touch. She sighed and nodded before smiling once more. Opening her eyes, she glanced up to him sweetly.*
"Thank you."
*She let her eye wander over the bike.*
"So it'll do then? Because I was hoping you might give me a ride...to this hootnenny..."
*She arched her brow mischievously.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jun 16, 2007 1:04:37 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby shook his head in wonder.*
"Thought you'd never ask," *he said.* "New bike, best girl behind me, and a shindig--'slike a dream come true. You ready?"
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Post by Brandi on Jun 16, 2007 1:19:22 GMT -5
*Brandi giggled and touched his chest. Sucking her lip, she gazed up at him.*
"Tonight...I'll be pressed to get ready as it is. I do hope we can find you something...appropriate to wear."
*She reached up to trace her tongue over his ear and whisper against it.*
"Preferably something that flatters that fantastic backside of yours."
*She leaned back for a moment before she turned to walk to the door. Looking back she grinned and tossed him the keys.*
"I'll let the two of you get better acquainted. I'll see you in a bit."
*She hurried back inside to start getting ready.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jun 16, 2007 1:33:49 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby smiled wonderingly after her, admiring her own backside for a moment before his attention reverted--somewhat inevitably--to the bike. Golly, but it was a beat. He ran his hands over the carefully-pitted metal, the yielding leather seat, the handlebars.
He would look good on this bike.
And when he started her up she roared into life with a satisfying crescendo that deepened and softened into a feline purr of understated power.
He thought he might be in love.*
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Post by Brandi on Jun 16, 2007 1:38:01 GMT -5
*Brandi peeked her head back in.*
"I heard that, mister! I have enough time competing for affection with inanimate objects in real life. I won't be having none of it on the 'verse!"
((So we hitting Drac's party or did you want to meet back here later in the day for the awkward "front door for prom" meeting?))
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Post by Cry Baby on Jun 16, 2007 1:44:19 GMT -5
((He'll pick her up.))
*He'd given her time. He thought. But you never knew, with girls--they always looked perfect, even before they spent hours doing god knows what. So he took the bike 'round the block, to warm her up, but avoided discovering her full potential. He thought Brandi might like that.
He slid easily up to the curb in front of the in, revving the motor a couple times to announce his presence before dismounting and knocking on the door.
He held a marigold in one hand.*
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Post by Brandi on Jun 16, 2007 1:50:20 GMT -5
* Brandi hustled out of the inn to meet him. Taking the flower, she kissed him on the cheek before looking the bike over to figure out the best way to do this. She smiled warmly at him.* "Forgive me...I've only done this once before, and I wasn't running on much sleep at the time. And I wasn't in heels."
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