I take the keys out of my bike, my baby. A Kawasaki Ninja H2R. Paid a lot of money for this, and a lot of prices in another sense. I’d definitely done some things- I got a history around these parts of town. People always shy away or cross the street when they see my and my friends. I look over to Arlo and Carson. As we all get off our bikes, heading into the usual spot- a bar that sat on the corner of the dodgy town. Bridging between the sketchy side of this city and the upper class side. We all file into the bar needing a round of beers, I notice the new waitress girl.

“What in the word is a little girl that doing working tables here?”

I say to Carson, he looks a me and shrugs before Arlo cuts in.

“I heard she’s the owners niece…she’s around 20 if I remember right-“