<blockquote class="uncited"><div>She grinned back, and snuggled up to him, muzzle on his shoulder. "I like the sound of that..."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Chris smiled softly as she snuggled him, licking her nose gently. Seems he could forget about his worries, for one night anyway. He headed outside with the vixen on his arm, revving up his bike and handing her a helmet.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> Ptricia did the same with her drum kit. She'd calmed down a bit, and spoke at the still curled up wolfeasel. "Ring you tomorrow..." She glanced over at Babs. "Late tomorrow."<br/><br/>She stepped back outside, and Barbra said puzzled, "But how do we get to your place? You don't have a bike?"<br/><br/>Ptricia grinned, and went full sphinx, complete with one seat riding saddle. She looked over her shoulder and said. "Where we're going, We don't _need_ bikes! Saddle up and buckle up."<br/><br/>There were quite a few oohhs from partygoers who'd come to see the band off, both at Chris's awesome bike, and Ptricia's transformation.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Chris rolled his eyes as the oohs and aahs drifted across. He knew they were all at Ptricia transforming, but he didn't really care. Once Fiana had got ready, he winked at his drummer before zooming off into the night.