<div class="floatleft">(http://www.inyourbones.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/David400-228x350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>San Francisco, California / August 2017 / 8:30 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Billie Tucker<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Spending Money<br/><hr/>She made an interesting point. Would the Feds or those... other guys be tracking him all the way down here? He had gotten into a little scrap with them on his way to Cali, but he had taken some very thorough precautions to make sure that he lost them and that they stayed that way. Tracking a guy that had been on the wrong side of the law his entire life, and who had grown up alongside folks that had taken that wrong side and made it their home for generations was a difficult proposition, no matter how extensive your resources were. He had even taken the time to get some new plates and papers for his bike in Vegas before taking the last leg to San Fran. If those guys could find him after that, he deserved... whatever they had in mind for him.<br/><br/>All that to say," I don't think any of my troubles'll be bleeding over to you tonight,<em>mo bhean</em>," That last bit felt like a nice touch.<br/><br/>While she was away, he took the time to get some food eaten. Eating quickly had never been something more than a habit for him. Ryan was the youngest of four brothers and all four had taken to stealing his food when neither of their parents were around, so eating quickly became a necessity if he wanted any of the good stuff at all, and he never grew out of it, even when he then proceeded to outgrow all four of them. He wolfed down the meat and was halfway through the couscous when Billie returned from powdering her nose, as it were. He quickly cleaned his mouth with a napkin as she sat down and propped a leg up on his lap. Instinctively, he placed a hand on her nicely toned thigh.<br/><br/>Ryan tried not to show that he was caught off guard when she immediately jumped to them blowing this joint in favor of a quickie or a motel room, quite well too, and he gave her thigh a quick squeeze," Motel room sounds nice. I need to get some accommodations around here anyways. Two birds, one stone and all that," He said, taking to his feet and offering a hand to Billie to help her up. Who said bikers couldn't be gentlemen too? He picked up his plate and tossed it, food and all, in the nearest bin and guided her to where his bike was parked. He swung himself into the leather seat and pulled on his helmet, offering her one that he had snagged from the bar on their way out.<br/><br/>"Hop on," He indicated," I'll show you what a real ride feels like," On cue, he turned the engine on with a deep, satisfying thrum.