Bex leant against her bike as the two girls mused with each other. Chuckling slightly as she dug about in her saddle bags. Pulling a pair of Maroon Doc Martins and hotpants, she slide them both on. The hotpants nestled beneath the floaty summer dress. The boots were a harsh contrast that mirrored her personality. Hardcore with a feminine side.<br/><br/>Sitting on the dusty floor she heard Felina say something about selling the bikes.<br/><br/><strong>No fucking way. Not happening! I am not selling my baby. I'd sell my <em>body</em> before I sell that bike!"</strong><br/><br/>Leaning her back against her bike, as though forming a barrier between the girls and her most prized possession.<br/><br/><strong>"As for the cash, we all know I can't be trusted with that shit!"</strong>Shaking her head as she remembered the last time they had some money, Bex blew hers in less than an hour. It was from then, that the girls agreed not to let her handle money.<br/><br/>Running her fingers through her hair, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, trying to work out the finer details of her plan.