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Post by Jean-Paul Beaubier on Sept 9, 2007 12:55:23 GMT -5
Jean-Paul grinned and offered Levy his helmet. Sure law said everyone on a motorcycle had to have one on if they were under twenty-one, but Jean-Paul could afford some layaway considering he was forgien and this was a small town. The cop was probably at the local Shippley's eating. "Bien. Voulez venir à une course avec moi?" He asked, gesturing to his bike before walking towards it. "Je peux appeler quelques amis et mettre un en route. It'd nous donnent quelque chose faire avant des chutes de nuit." He explained with a dark grin. "Puis les vrais débuts d'amusement."
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Post by Levy Ames on Sept 9, 2007 18:06:35 GMT -5
Lev accepted the helmet and fastened it on, she hated helmets, but she had to wear one, she didn't want Jean-Paul to get in trouble on her account "retentit l'amusement" she said about the races. She'd used to drag race all the time, well watch anyways, ride in the passanger seat once or twice. She was excited to go back to the scene.
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Post by Jean-Paul Beaubier on Sept 10, 2007 17:15:25 GMT -5
"Comment jamais avez-vous emballé avant?" Jean-Paul asked, climbing onto his bikw and patting the seat in front of him. It might be a bit harder to drive, but he wouldn't have to worry about Levy not holding on hard enough and slipping off, then getting hurt because of it. He was already plotting their fun in his mind, there was a Rave going on in the nearest big town, it wouldn't take too long to get there and he knew a few of the dealers that would be there.
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