You’re outside the local tavern, lounging against your motorcycle, the happy drunken voices of your crew filtering over from the inside. You however were not buzzed; having stopped drinking and sobered up when you thought you caught sight of a certain familiar blond head fleeing a crime scene on the news. Granted, there were many blonds, many Striders, many Daves. However you knew YOUR Dave…and something in your heart was giving you the most unsettling feeling over it all. If only you’d managed to see the whole damn story but noooo, they had to switch to Bingo.
> Address Redglare as she exits the bar.
CC: yo neo
CC: how do you feel about a little personal roadtrip for the evening hm??
CC: just you and me
