forum biker gang rp (closed)

Started August 07, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

tune

She sighed “you’re an ass cuz you hate feelings.” She smirked “where’d you lose your damned bike?”

“Cherry Blossom Road,” Rigel said with an edge to his voice, ignoring what else Aspen had said. Because she didn’t know, because no one knew. If his gang found out about it- gosh he couldn’t let that happen. He needed a drink, his needed to get high, he just needed something.

She stopped her bike and got of, not waiting to see if he got iff

Rigel slipped off the bike, forcing his breathing to be steady and calm, and lifted up his bike. Thankfully no one stole it. Rigel had been stupid last night to just leave it, but fortunately this road was out of the way. He heaved it upright and dropped the stand, flipping open his tank and pouring the gas in. It had been expensive, but worth it. Once he poured it all, he dropped the empty container with all the other litter, then started fingering his pockets for his keys.

“Looking for these?” Aspen asked twirling a cluster of keys on her finger

“Give them here,” Rigel demanded, tapping his foot. He needed to get going early, he would have a long day.

“Why?” She asked, still smirkig

“I need to get going, it isn’t funny Aspen,” Rigel frowned. Little jokes would certainly not help him today. He sucked on his cigarette as he said, “I got important things to do today.”

“Explain.” She glared

“You want me to tell you what I’m doing today?” Rigel said with a pointed look. He would most certainly not explain what he’d be doing today. It was too personal, too much into his past to tell her.

“You call me late at night, drunk and high, I pick you up. Then today, you need a ride and I give it to you. I’m not your freaking slave Rigel. Either you tell me what’s going on or I don’t give your keys.” She glared

“First of all, I wasn’t drunk, just high,” Rigel said through gritted teeth, “Second of all, you didn’t have to give me a ride, that doesn’t make you a slave. Third, those are my property so just hand them over, Aspen.” Rigel shot glares like daggers at her. If she wanted the whole story, she’d get it if she wanted it so badly. But then she’d think differently of him, but that was her fault for snooping.

“Technically you called me to pick you up. Knowing you, it was expected that if I didn’t come, you’d probably get yourself killed.” She said monotonous

“And why does it matter if I’m dead or not?” The words slipped out so easily Rigel was kind of shocked how much he believed them. Because the world could care less if he was dead or not, it just be one less murderer out there.

“Because, you idiot, wether you like it or not, I care. Everyone else cares.” She snapped “if you die, everyone else will be in a dark place. That’ll fill the empty place in their souls with your dark humour.”

Rigel his eyes just to ignore what she said, “Well I have to get going, so if you would please give me my keys, I’ll try harder to take care of myself.” Rigel waved a hand flippantly in the air to relax himself.

“Where.”

“All over town. And out of town towards the end of the day,” It wasn’t a lie, but it was a nicer way to put it than what it actually was, “Now, don’t be a mother hen and follow me all day, hand over my keys,” Rigel held out his hand, waiting.

“Not a mother hen, just a friend.” She looked pointedly at him “something you could use.”

“All my friends end up dying, so I’d watch out if I were you,” Rigel spit the words so fast he hadn’t even realized they came out if his mouth. He looked at his bike, just for an excuse to look away.

Belle drained the last of the mystery liquid, then set the cup on the nightstand.

"What was in that, anyway?" she asked, curious.

“That’s one thing I wouldn’t mind.” She said softly

“Just give me the keys,” Rigel demanded, not really in the mood to share sob stories. A simple chat wouldn’t make anything better, what could he even say? So Rigel just held out a hand, waiting for his keys because he was an a—hole.

(poor boi)

Riverpaw sat back on her hands. "Um, w-well, mostly ginger. Tapioca boba, tiny bits of coffee beans…and a couple other things. I-I pulled it all together with a bit of magic. Whatever you usually use for your post-drunken mornings doesn't work as fast as this, so, like…y-you're welcome."