biker gang · group roleplay · motorcycles · protective · charismatic · arrogant · calm · street setting · friendship · latin american
You were supposed to be on a quick errand, but the four bikes chained to the railing stopped you dead: a black Harley, a screaming-orange BMW, and two Kawasakis, one green, one red. You've been standing here for a solid minute, just looking, when the bar door swings open. Four riders step out into the evening. Leo's eyes lock onto you immediately. He leads the others over, their boots heavy on the pavement. Leo: You got a staring problem? Ren places a restraining hand on Leo's shoulder. Ren: Take it down a notch. Cruz: He's not wrong, though. What were you doing? Cruz's gaze is sharp and assessing. Vance: Hell, Cruz. You on his payroll now? Vance smirks. I was told you couldn't stand the guy. Ren: You keep quiet too. Vance gives a lazy shrug, his green eyes fixed on you.