[We open at a garage, one particularly interested in motorbikes. It's a simple place; there aren't any bikes for sale, but there's a few in the process of being modded/fixed. The semi-organized racks have most everything a biker could need, and if they don't, the owner of this particular place - a grizzly thirty- something male with oil-stained hands - almost always claims he can get it for the right price.] [It's also mid-day; too late for lunch and too early for dinner. And we find Saki here! Let's see what happens.] [Date August 19, 2020. Time: 1900 GMT] [Ready set go!] * Saki drives up to the place on her bike. For the record, it's the kind built for speed, where you lean forward, not the kind where you lean back. It's a dark reddish color. Anyhow, she drives up after looking the place over. [The place is sort of out of the way, but Saki probably heard that the price or quality was right.] * Saki drives towards the garage door (presumably, there is one) and pulls off her helmet. She shakes her head to loosen her hair, and offers a stagnant wave to the guy. "Yo." [The guy looks up from his work on a half-assembled (disassembled?) bike, gives a wave, and goes back to work. Two seconds later, he's back to looking at Saki again.] * Saki is still there! * Saki waits until he's not busy or her patience runs out. [He finishes tightening a screw and stands, wiping his hands and trying to look more presentable... and failing miserably, but hey. "Can I help you?"] * Saki nods. "Bike needs an oil change, and the break fluid is low." [He blinks, then smiles. He's not, amazingly, missing a tooth. "Sure. Jus' drive it in and I'll have that done for ya real quick."] * Saki nods and drives it in. [He goes to have a look at the bike! And Saki, too. But mostly the bike, because he probably made a soul roll well enough to do his job.] [He makes noises along the lines of Saki having a nice bike. Which is true.] * Saki is more or less used to it. She unzips her jacket (and unlike Yvonne is wearing something underneath) and finds a nice place to sit or stand, either is ok. She offers a half-smile at the guy to be polite when he compliments her bike, but she already knows it's good; she did most of the work on it herself. [He nods and gets to work. The man's good. You know this because he doesn't say or do anything stupid to try to show off. ;P A few minutes in, and Saki can hear the roar of another 'cycle... not that this is a surprise, since it is a garage.] * Saki slips her shades on and rolls her neck, moving her gaze from the man and her bike to outside. [It's a man, early to mid-twenties, slightly spiked blonde hair and shades. No helmet. She can see jeans and a leather jacket, and the sun reflects off a couple chains and something dangling from his left ear. He's really good looking, if you go for the bad boy, and he's getting off his bike right now.] * Saki wonders who that freak is. :P * Saki waves, 'cause she can see who it is, 'cause she's wearing shades. "Yo. What the hell are you doing out of bed?" * Jason blinks, looking over at Saki. He grins. "Gettin' a smoke. What's it look like?" He puts word to action. [Meanwhile, the mechanic guy raises an eyebrow, but doesn't stop working on Saki's bike.] * Saki smirks. "Look pretty good, considering." Considering you had two bullets in your head, she doesn't add, for the mechanic's sake. * Jason smirks, too. "Yeah. I got a little help." He gives the mechanic a short wave, who waves back. Hm? What kind? The strange kind, I guess. Ah. Damn, never gave me a chance to get you that drink. Well... can fix that now. While he fixes your bike. * Saki smiles and steps out. "Sounds like a good idea." * Jason mirrors Saki's example, walking over to his bike. His, actually, is red, black, and chrome; also built for speed, but it can seat more than one if it has to. He sits and and waves her on. * Saki hops onto the back of Jason's bike. * Jason starts it up again. "Sorry I don't got a helmet for ya. If you like that sorta thing." It's cool. Your head will be between my face and the bugs. I'm a gentleman like that. * Saki snickers. "It's appreciated." * Jason grins. And goes! Vroom! He drives for speed, certainly, and a little recklessly, but they end up at a bar safely enough, and without any traffic tickets. * Saki doesn't mind; she drives pretty much the same way.' * Jason gets off and lights up another cigarette... without a lighter. "Fuck, I missed that." * Saki hops off too, and tosses a lighter to Jason. "Here." * Jason catches the lighter and tosses it back. He snaps his fingers and lights the cigarette with a flame that appears at the tip of his thumb. "Nah, I got it." * Saki grabs it back. "Was wondering if you could do that." * Jason takes a drag and lets it out. "Yeah. Was the first trick I found I had, actually." He laughs a little and walks up to the bar, holding the door open for Saki. * Saki heads on in. "So why carry a lighter, then?" * Jason blinks. "Oh, I was talkin' about biking." He laughs. Oh. [The bar is... a bar. Saki gets looks. Jason gets a few, but there's less girls than guys. Jason stares some guys down. Other guys keep looking. Go figure.] * Saki doesn't care. She walks in and finds a place to sit at the bar. * Jason eyes them, but walks over to have a seat next to Saki. Bartender guy comes over to ask if Saki wants anything. * Saki orders a beer. Tada! * Jason seconds that. Beer: It's good for casual drinking when you don't want to get drunk. * Saki removes her shades and takes a swig of her drink when it comes, the turns to face Jason. "So, how've you been feeling since getting shot in the head. Twice." * Jason has a drink, too. He doesn't remove his shades just yet. "Right now? Pretty good." He looks at Saki and grins. "Good as new, even." * Saki nods. "Better than the alternative." Yeah. Was gonna have a bullet stuck in my head for a while... that would've been ugly. But that lady who healed me last time came around again. * Saki nods. "That's good. Having a bullet in your head would suck." Warlow said somethin' about brain damage. I think. I was too busy trying to figure out if I could trick the smoke alarms without moving too much. * Jason grins. * Saki stares at Jason. "Brain damage? Jesus. How bad?" I dunno. No brain damage yet, but it was probably going to happen eventually. That's why I'm up and around now instead of... uh, a few months. But it's not going to happen now? They fixed you? * Jason nods. "Yeah, she sucked the bullet right out of me. Felt *really* fucking weird." * Saki makes a face, but then thinks about it and laughs. * Jason kinda sorta sulks. He takes another drink of beer, anyhow. I can imagine. Ha! Sorry, but... it's just funny! Oh, suuuuure. See if I laugh at you when *you* get shot in the head. * Saki pats Jason on the back. "Come on, I wasn't serious." * Jason folds his arms and looks into the beer. "Sure." Heh. I've managed to avoid headshots so far. The rest of me, sure, but not the head. * Jason snickers. You don't want 'em. I'm really bloody lucky to be alive, I guess. But that's always the case. * Jason removes his shades and tucks them away. * Saki nods. "Yeah." * Saki takes a drink. "Life's like that. Our lives, anyhow." * Jason grins. "It's more fun that way." If I wanted ta be philosophical, I guess I could say that constant danger makes living worth more. Or something. But I'm just a punk, so I'll say it's fun. Because it *is* damn fun. * Saki thinks about that, and grins. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess it is fun." When you win, anyhow. Not dead yet. * Saki grins. "As long as you survive, right?" Don't think there's a better way to keep track. Though I *should* be fucking dead, so I guess I'm down on points. You and me both. * Saki takes another drink. * Jason grunts. "Yeah." He drinks, too. Let's drink to drinking. SAB wants me to interrogate that guy I caught last mission. * Jason blinks. "Uh... don't they have interrogating specialists or something?" * Saki takes another sip. "That's what I'm wondering. I hate doing that kinda crap." * Saki sighs. "But I'll do it anyhow." Why? If you hate doing it, why do it? Doesn't make sense to me. * Saki chuckles. "Me neither. But it's just one of those things, y'know?" Not really, but if it is, then I guess I can't say anythin' to that. * Saki shakes her head. "Me neither." She frowns. "Triggerhappy's going to be there too." She looks into her beer, then takes a drink. * Jason scratches the back of his head. "Huh. Why her?" Dunno. If her attitude is like when she fights, she'll probably let that guy go if he says he doesn't know anything. * Jason nods. "But you can keep askin', right? So..." He grins. "Be the bad cop." * Saki snickers. "Damn straight." * Jason laughs. "Okay, so. Got much practice doing that?" Mm... I'm a bit rusty, but usually I ask a question, then if they don't answer I beat the crap out of them and ask again. Or sometimes I do the beating part first, just to make sure I get the point across. I get it. Always answer any questions you ask. * Saki grins and takes another drink. "Ah, you're a wise one. You'd be surprised at the number of people who don't." * Jason smirks. "They just wanna see you play bad cop." * Saki rolls her eyes. "Probably. That'd just be my luck." I get stuck with the masochists. Okay. I promise I'm not a masochist. * Jason grins. "The cigarette thing doesn't hurt." Good. I don't want to have to put another bullet in your head. Damn! Then I'd be stuck on withdrawal *again*. But on the bright side, you'd have to wear one of those robes without the backs. Fucking backless robes. I think all the doctors who ever existed have some sort of ass-fixation. * Jason snorts and has another drink. * Saki laughs. "Always something about hospitals, I guess. Although personally I don't like that mediciny smell." And the white. What's with all the damn white? It's to make sure you can't see where you're going, so you bump into something and injure yourself, have to stay longer and use up all the insurance. It's a fucking conspiracy! To keep you in those bloody gowns! * Jason slams his fist on the counter and manages to look angry for all of half a second before he starts laughing. * Saki laughs. Yeah. The best part about not being shot in the head is not having to wear a gown. * Saki nods. "I'll drink to that." And she does. * Jason does, too. Cheers. [End!]