<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/>He pulled his own helmet, custom-made to sport the MC's sigil in the front, from where it was hanging on the right handlebar and pulled it on, strapping in place with a small smile as he felt her arms tightening around his neck at the rev of the engine," You're crazy," He said, in a point-of-fact sort of way, still sort of grinning as he gently glided Charlene out from where he'd parked her and finally gave her some juice. They picked up speed gently. He could tell from the way that she was gripping at him that she didn't enjoy riding on motorcycles, or maybe just not one that sounded like it was it's own personal, rolling and revving earthquake. While feeling her gripping at him tightly, feeling her pressing against his back was enjoyable, he really hoped that the ride didn't put her off the mood. Just in case, he kept the ride at a very smooth cruise, not going for anything fast or fancy, reaching one of the nearest motels after the ride took a bit longer than it would have had he been in a hurry.<br/><br/>He'd stayed at this place before, and while it wasn't exactly the Ritz, far from it in fact, it was a family owned joint and was kept relatively clean and tidy in comparison to the kind of reputation that motels had garnered. Most of the guys from the MC stayed at this place when they didn't want to crash at the charter, and the owner and his wife were almost considered honorary Wildlings.<br/><br/>Ryan rolled up to a parking spot near the check-in and climbed off the bike, taking a page from his previously learned lesson and didn't offer to help Billie off. Instead, he pulled his helmet off and moved over to the counter where a stout, middle-aged man could be seen, peeking at some papers from behind his inch-thick glasses. His hair was a dull brown, combed over to cover the spot of his head that was beginning to grow bald. He was clean-shaven and wearing a beach shirt with some bright colors palm leaves creatively drawn on it.<br/><br/>"What's up, Georgie. I need a room for a couple weeks, starting tonight if you've got any openings."<br/><br/>The man looked up, his eyes looking huge through his glasses and his face opened up in a smile, showing an impressive selection of pearly whites," Holy shit, if that ain't Private Murray on my doorstep once more, He turned back to where a door was leading behind the counter," Hey, Carla! Guess who's come to town again!"<br/><br/>Ryan ground his teeth at the appearance of a nickname that he hoped would not make an appearance tonight," Hey, it's nice to see you again, Georgie, but..."<br/><br/>"Carla, Goddammit, come out and see who came to pay us a visit."<br/><br/>"Georgie..."<br/><br/>"CARLA!"<br/><br/>"George..."<br/><br/>"Damn woman's probably up watching some of her damn Mexican telenovellas. Can't get enough of them soaps."<br/><br/>"George," Ryan's patience was wearing thin, but damned if it was going to show in his voice or on his face," I need me a room for a couple weeks, MC rate, starting tonight. You got any available?"<br/><br/>"Shit, I've always got a room for you, you know that. You still like that corner room? The one with that balcony?"<br/><br/>"If it isn't too much trouble."<br/><br/>"Fuck trouble, she's yours. Here lemme get you the key," He rooted around in a drawer nearby and pulled out a key with 201 engraved on it.<br/><br/>"Thanks, Georgie," Ryan pocketed the key, giving the man a smile," There's someone I got to take care of first, but once I'm finished I'll come down and settle, okay?"<br/><br/>"Damn, Private, you know that you can always settle when you leave."<br/><br/>"Still though, I'd rather settle as soon as possib..." George wasn't listening anymore, instead, walking over to the door.<br/><br/>"Dammit, Carla! Private's here, come down and say hello."<br/><br/>Ryan closed his eyes, grinding his teeth and taking a deep breath before turning back to Billie," He's a nice guy. He really is," The smile was as difficult to portray as the compliment, even if both were meant from the deepest part of his heart.<br/><br/>"Shall we?"