Markus nods at Bryn as she clings to his leg. He knew all along she didnt really have any choice, but it was so much more fun to ask and make her answer anyway. He pulled off his jean jacket and tossed it down to her.<br/><br/>"Put that on bitch, these guys dont get to see you. Im glad you made the right choice darlin, real glad."<br/><br/>He waits for her to put the jacket on, covering her up mostly. He reaches back into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash and throws it on the table. It was obviously much more then what beers could have cost, he must have been leaving a big tip for the bar owner, considering what he let them do in his place.<br/><br/>He leads Bryn out of the bar and heads over to his bike. The new arrivals start shouting and causing a ruckus, obviously trying to get Markus riled up and into a fight. With Drake gone, they figure they could prolly take him this time. Markus ignores them completely however, other things filling his mind. He climbs onto his bike and looks back at Bryn,<br/><br/>"Get on bitch, Im sure sis is worried sick about me. Maybe you'll calm her down a bit. Whaddya think? Will you make my sister feel better?"<br/><br/>He laughs, there was something unnerving about that laugh, but it drowns out as the engine to the bike roars into action. Once Bryns climbs on, he takes off in a blast, leaving dust and dirt flying in his wake.