<a class="postlink" href="http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140707133813/horrormovies/images/b/b8/Aliens_vasquez_160x225boxart_160w.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Maxine looked up from tuning up her Harley. It wasn't often that anyone came up and spoke to her. Typically people were put off by the fact she was built like a tank. Or that she could turn a man into a liquid if she hit them. Or the heavy jacket and the helmet. Point was, she wasn't a people person.<br/><br/>So it took her a second longer than normal to set the wrench aside.<span style="color: #804000">"Well, that depends. You want music and a buzz, or do you want to not remember the rest of the week?"</span>This was, of course, a small test. When she went to drink, she went to drink.<span style="color: #804000">"Because I know one, but not the other. I'll let you guess which one."</span><br/><br/>She put aside the tools she was working with. The bike just needed somethings tightened, anyways. Then she turned, sat down on the leather seat, and folded her arms.