Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24296957-20140524011223

Triste mounted her bike, smirking at Tanner. He was cute, thinking he was going to pilot her baby. Tanner'd just have to deal with her driving for now. This was her prized possesion, even if she...borrowed the bike, initially. Triste had taken her time with the machine, and it payed off in the long run.

"Who said you were driving?" She patted the backseat pad, "Come on, that buffet isn't going to feed itself, my dear."