Dayne made his way back to the huge ass apartment that his best friend Jericho had somehow procured for them. Said his parents owned the building or something. To be quite honest, he didn't really give a dam. The place was ballin, and he had a place to live for only 250 a month. Making friends with Jericho was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him. Without Jer, he'd have no one to bail him out of jail when he needed it, and no wingman when he managed to drag him out to clubs.<br/><br/>As he pulled up to the front of the building, he parked his bike in the reserved parking space that all of the occupants had, though most were empty since Jer, or Jer's parents technically owned the top two floors of the buildings, as well as the private rooftop. He wiped the rain off of his helmet as he hopped off. Fuckin forecast said that it was going to be sunny all day, and midway through his walkabout in the local mall, it started absolutely pouring. He had hung about for a while, waiting to see if it would clear up, buuut it definitely didn't.<br/><br/>Soaked to the bone, he walked up to the door, his acid-washed trashed jeans and gray v-neck plastered to his chiseled body. Stopping a few feet short, he noticed the bombshell of a woman standing there. Turning on the charm, he tapped her on the shoulder lightly.<br/><br/>Dayne put a half-grin on that would normally melt the pants off of just about any woman he encountered.<br/><br/>"Here to check out the pad?" he asked simply.<br/><br/>(http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y274/Pyronost/baby.jpg)