Anita climbed into the car and pulled the door closed, waving off the muscle-man's protestation that fixing her bike would cost a lot. "Whatever, it'll be less than taking it to a dealer."<br/><br/>She grinned at the car's driver. "Anita Sambini. Nice ta meet ya. Friends call me Nits, fer some reason. Uh, yeah there's a bar called 'The Dull Thud' on ninth, just this side of the tracks.... Uh, no, wait".<br/><br/>Her voice softened suddenly and her face reddened under her tan. "Better take me home. I don't want the girls to see me getting out of a<em>car</em>". The disdain Anita put into that one word spoke volumes. It was the hatred the biker had for the card driver, the vulnerability of being on two wheels, the thrill of the danger as opposed to the safety and security of four wheels, being in the open air and the elements instead of sealed into an air conditioned metal box.<br/><br/>"Yeah... home. Fourth and Union." The address she gave was on campus, it was probably walkable from where they were, but would take about an hour. "Thanks", she smiled slightly and glanced around inside the car. A tee shirt with the unmistakable logo of "Chipmunks" bar lay folded on the back seat. Anita filed this information without comment. "So who is my knight on four wheels?"