"Dammit you lower class filth!"<br/><br/>The Dayman slammed his codpiece kart into Stratus' motorcycle.<br/><br/>"How can you even afford gas for that ridiculous bike of yours?"<br/><br/>Stratus pulled a sword from a compartment in the side of his bike and swung it at The Dayman's head. The Dayman, not caring that it was an over elaborate way to defend himself, hit the cruise control and thrusted upwards and blocked the sword with his codpiece and began to attack back.<br/><br/>Stratus dodged a codpiece clad charge, and hit back with his sword again, splashing the road with sparks as they headed deeper into town.<br/><br/>"I don't have to pay for fuel! Big guys like me just take whatever they want! Everyone is weaker than me! Especially you old man!"<br/><br/>The Dayman stood up in his seat, grabbed Stratus' sword arm, and put it down by his side.<br/><br/>"Old? OLD! I will have you know that royalty is timeless, boy."<br/><br/>Stratus stood up on his motorcycle and shoved his face right against The Dayman's sparkling person.<br/><br/>"Timeless? More like you have been around so long that you forgot how old you are!"<br/><br/>The Dayman glared at Stratus' chin, which was positioned a mere inch from himself, careful not to make eye contact.<br/><br/>"Do you see this body?!" The Dayman pulled his deep v back to reveal his chiseled chest. "This is the body of royalty, a timeless gem for all around to see!"<br/><br/>In fact, they couldn't see. His chest sparkled and glistened with such ferocity that both himself and Stratus became blinded, and mistakenly flung themselves straight through the wall of the Storm Rider's hideout and were flung from their vehicles, landing in bar stools right next to Haley and a Water Elemental.<br/><br/>Stratus stood up on top of the bar and yelled "First!", before noticing an already filled building and taking his seat again.<br/><br/>"Well..I'm still the biggest one here."<br/><br/>The Dayman tapped the bar, signalling the bartender to bring him a drink. The Dayman took the beer bottle, pressed it into the underside of his codpiece, and snapped the cap off. He then placed it on the counter without even so much as looking like he wanted to take a drink. Stratus stared at him, in the confused and alcohol needy way any teen would.<br/><br/>"You...you aren't going to drink that?"<br/><br/>"Nope."<br/><br/>"W...why not?"<br/><br/>"Don't want to."<br/><br/>"Then why did you order one..."<br/><br/>"Because you can't."