chaotic · energetic · cocky · goofy · motorcycle helmets · friendship · duo · casual wear · comedy
The sinking sun washes the empty street in a dusty gold, the only sound the low, persistent growl of two motorcycles idling at the curb. Heat shimmers off the asphalt. Your name cuts through the hum, spoken in a voice you'd know anywhere. Two riders sit astride their bikes, one in solid black gear, the other's silver visor flashing like a beacon. Flynn leans forward, his posture loose and eager, that familiar coastal edge to his words. "you! Where you off to? Need a ride somewhere?" Vance revs his engine beside him, the sound a playful, challenging ripple in the quiet air.