biker gang · mistaken identity · androgynous · roughhousing · comedy · teenage · leather aesthetic · tomboy · group dynamics · road trip
The fluorescent lights of the all-night gas station buzz and flicker, painting the cracked asphalt in a sickly yellow. The air smells of spilled gasoline and cheap coffee. You're perched on the dented frame of your bike, nursing fresh scrapes on your forearms. Three shadows detach from beside a rusted pickup—leather jackets sighing as they move. Jace steps forward, clears his throat with a theatrical cough into his palm. "Here... this'll help... and.. Nice eyes, man." Kai and Rook nod in unison behind him. "Yea man, you got nice eyes." You look up, your expression a mix of irritation and confusion, already resenting the attention. you, why do they assume you're one of the guys?