<i>Go inside, go inside, go inside.</i><br/><br/>The thought chanted in his head like a spell, hoping the man on the bike would become enchanted enough to go inside the inn and leave the bike unattended. Oli peaked his head out from behind the bushes where he was hiding, eyeing the lean figure that sat atop the loud vehicle. He was gorgeous, the blonde had to admit, but he wasn't going to let that distract him from the task he needed to complete. Since the loud motorcycle had come into town, it had turned heads; and caught the attention of his groups leader. Unfortunately for Oli, that meant he was on retrieval duty.<i>Tch.</i>He grit his teeth together as he waited for the other man to make his way inside, watching intently in case he came back out.<br/><br/>Just as he was about to stand up and make his way to the bike, he heard the door to the inn open up once again and quickly dropped back on to his knees behind the bush. He peaked out and groaned inwardly at the sight of the angry looking woman who worked at the inn. Why was she just standing there?! He glared at her outline in the dark, impatiently waiting for her to leave until he noticed that she was looking up at something. His brow furrowed as he looked up, his eyes widening as he took notice of the weird lights in the sky. He'd been so wrapped up in not getting caught during his mission that he hadn't even noticed the strange colours flowing across the dark canvas of the night sky.<br/><br/>Even Oli was enchanted by the lights in the sky, barely noticing when the woman from the inn had left to go home. He finally snapped out of his daze and scurried over to the bike, taking a couple tools out of his pocket to hot wire the motorcycle. Before he knew it, the motor growled to life, earning a curse from the young blonde as he hopped on and drove off on the motorcycle. He was pleased with himself, but he couldn't tell if it was because he'd done what was asked of him, or because he'd actually managed to hot wire the motorcycle.<br/><br/><br/><br/>It was the night before his qualifying competition, and he should be sleeping. But instead, Ren was on the rink, trying to nail his routine. He<i>needed </i>to win to get out of this little sleepy town, but he always messed up at one turn or another. He stopped in the middle of the rink and took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly. Maybe he was just too frustrated? Maybe he really should be sleeping? He hated that he was ignoring his usual routine of going to bed early and just trying to relax with a hot bath or massage. But then, usually he had his routine nailed by this point. Why couldn't he get it?!<br/><br/>Ren let out a small groan and went to the side of the rink, taking a couple gulps of water. He nearly choked when he caught a glimpse of the sky through the window and coughed hard to get the water out of his lungs.<br/><br/>"Jesus, what is that?!" He asked, though there was no one there to answer him. The blonde wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and stood staring at the odd light display as his heart rate started to go back to normal. Perhaps he should have taken that as a sign to go home, but Ren wasn't one to just quit, no matter what was happening out there. It did make him a little more anxious though, not sure what to make of it. Was it a good sign, or was it bad? As he focused on the lights, he didn't hear the ice beneath his shift.