<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3d/ca/a3/3dcaa335e8ade145b7fc757d5d6039fc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Greggor Steppenwolfe<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Big old stuffy mansion<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tennis shoes, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket.  All expensive and designer.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gilda, Madeline<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br/><br/>When he had been told that he needed to come to this big old stuffy house and learn<em>character building</em>through the use of some ridiculous bullshit about storytelling, needless to say Greggor had pretty much said 'fuck that shit'.  But even Dad wanted him to at least make an effort.  Less headaches down the line if you play well with others occasionally.  So we agreed, even if it did blow his night.  And why the hell was it at midnight anyway?  Some old cook trying to get his rocks off with scare factor?  That was not going to work here.<br/><br/>However, with all of that said, suddenly the night was looking up.  Gilda was easy on the eyes, and just listening to a few quips from her... he had already decided she'd be a lot of fun.  Of course, he had no idea that over the next few minutes her phone would have a detailed history of his various social media; on the other hand, that gave her a massive collection of photos from various cheerleaders making duck faces at him and flashing their tits, all looking for a good time with the star quarterback.  Most of the photos with him would involve the team, or whichever Heather had won some attention from him that week.   High school stuff.  Life or Death, after all.<br/><br/>He had a few witty comebacks ready to go, when Madeline appeared.  The pale little girl got a quick once-over, and he was ready to ignore her as simply not worth his time, except that blondie not only knew her, but seemed to be friends with her.  Fuck.  Was this one of those situations where you had to be nice to the ugly one to get with the hot one?  Granted, Madeline wasn't ugly... she was just... awkward and shy and needed to go back home.  Like now.  Fuck.<br/><br/>And then Gilda opened her mouth again.  The comment about riding on two or four... there was so much loaded into that statement.  He wasn't sure if shy little pale girl got the joke, or if blondie offered it like that specifically because it would go over her head, but if she was willing to play...<br/><br/>"Nothing wrong with a wild animal between your legs from time to time.  Say the word, and I'd love to take you for a ride."  Just in case it set the new girl off, he made a gesture towards the bike, but .... he just flashed a hint of a smile, a quirk of his lips as he let his focus fall on Gilda again.  Madeline got a few heart beats of a glance again.  To be polite.<br/><br/>"Two wheels are always better.  Straddling something powerful, taming it... and that speed..."  Then he gave a little shrug. "Of course, nothing wrong with four.  Not like I could take both of you with only two wheels, so sometimes you have to compromise."