There was a definite fire behind Reiko's eyes when they finally got to the bar. She wanted to get some drinks in her. Alcohol wouldn't make her agree more to whatever Maxine wanted, but it certainly made her more fun. Then again, it would be a lie if she claimed she wasn't attracted to the cyborg. There was certainly some sort of spark between the two. It was almost an uncomfortable heat thinking about what could happen by the end of the night. Either way, Reiko was fired up and ready to go.<br/><br/>The Asian woman flew off the bike when Maxine was getting ready to chain it up. She made sure there was a nice view of the very thin cloth underneath her dress. Reiko landed gently, an eyebrow raised with a smirk playing across her pale features. Sure, she was nineteen. Nineteen didn't stop the fiery hero from partying. Besides, no one really questioned how old an Asian was. She could be twenty-seven for all they knew!<span style="font-style: italic">My ID doesn't say differently.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #A4C099">"It's not the bike that I want to be chained up to."</span>She put a finger to her chin, pretending to think hard.<span style="color: #A4C099">"But if you play your cards right, I could be yours for the taking."</span><span style="font-style: italic">Like I'm not already.</span>