<span style="color: #A4C099">"Yes, ma'am!"</span><br/><br/>Reiko wrapped her arms tighter around her teammate. The revving of the bike and how fast it's driver took it out of the garage was nothing short of absolutely fucking perfect in Reiko's mind. She cheered out, loving the feel of the wind through her hair. She laughed, making faces at whomever they passed on their way to the bar. Tonight, she wasn't some hero. She was that young eighteen year old sitting in a bar with a fake ID, two guys at her sides and enough shots to kill a small horse.<span style="font-style: italic">Too bad I got me a date!</span>A laugh slipped out of her light red lips as Maxine mentioned something about puny livers.<br/><br/><span style="color: #A4C099">"Hey! This 'puny liver' has been used and abused since I was sixteen!"</span>It also helped she wasn't quite a full blooded Earthling.<span style="color: #A4C099">"I want to get shit faced enough that I'll agree to anything!"</span>