Shannon Laine<br/><br/>I was relaxing, drinking a beer when I heard the sound of an unfamiliar bike pulling into our yard. I looked out the window and smirked a little to myself, hooking a thumb out to the bike that was gracing us with it's presence.<br/><br/>"I haven't seen an R1 in years" I laughed, memories of my first bike flooding back to me "That looks just like the first bike I ever stole!". A few of the younger gang members laughed as well. I was less impressed by the pink leathers on the rider. To me, pink meant the rider was a flaming queer, or a barbie who thought taking a motorbike out to the country made her a rebel. I wasn't fussed which one it was, either would let me have fun.<br/><br/>Watching the rider take off her helmet settled it for me. She was a pretty young thing, and clearly someone who had no idea what they were walking into. All looks and no brains. It had been a while since any of us had enjoyed someone like her, and we deserved a treat.<br/><br/>I could hear Eve, the bar owner, try and convince the girl not to come in. It had been a while since she had needed to be reminded of her place, but she knew trying to talk people out of coming in was bad for business, and bad for her health. She would definitely need to be reminded of those facts later.<br/><br/>I watched Barbie walk over to the bar to order her drink, and I smiled as I heard her voice. It had been years since I'd heard someone with an English accent, but this bitch sounded posh. Given the usual type of person that came in by mistake, Barbie here was a welcome change to her.<br/><br/>I'd just walked up behind her when she turned around. "Is that your R1 out there, English?" I asked, smiling at her. I knew full well it was her bike, having watched her ride in on it. "I learned to ride on an R1. They're good beginner bikes". I wasn't insulting her, but if she chose to take it that way, it was her problem. R1's were kids bikes. I clicked my fingers at the woman behind the bar and an open bottle of Magners was presented to me. She knew what I liked and how to give it to me properly, in more ways than one.