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"about four towns over. It's around 500 miles, but if we manage to keep a steady 60 miles per hour, we'll get there in about, what? 8 hours and maybe 20 minutes, I think," Sally said, looking behind her at Johnny as she spoke, "I have a car and you have a motorcycle, right? so we should be able to do that. Kinda like a road trip." She smiled, even if the others couldn't see it.

"uhh right. Yea, all that. you guys can go fill up here and buy that stuff in the stores around here. I kinda need to lie low. Can some one fill up my car too? It's around the back of the bar. It's a 1999 red convertible Mustang, I'm sure you can find it, right?" Sally dug into her backpack, pulling out a set of keys to the car she had bought a few years back, when her friend said it was a hopeless wreck of a car. Sally fixed it up and painted it over, though, making it so much better. it could go 130 MPH, if she needed it to. It didn't guzzle gas either, she had changed the engine to a hybrid. It was a nice car, and Sally knew that, so she tried not to ding it and all that. but right now, that didn't matter. She needed out of town, and she was gonna get it.

Johnny nodded. "I filled it up in the last town, but it's always good to top it off" he said, walking over to his bike.
He started it, looking up at Netas.
"Wait...aren't you hammered drunk?" he asked, frowning. "It's not really my place to interfere, but I have a chain that could be used to tow your bike while you ride with some of the other people, if you want. But, like I said, if you want to, it's your choice."
After he stopped talking, he kicked up the kickstand, turning the jet-black bike in a tight circle and pointing it at the group.
"Ready when you are." he said uselessly.

Johnny grinned as well. "Wait up!" he shouted, planting a foot on the ground and pushing up, at the same time pulling the bike's handlebars up and revving the engine, causing it to wheelie down the road towards the gas station.
It was tough but he kept it under control and still on it's back wheel until he reached the pump, and got off to fill the bike.
After a few moments, he went to pay, hoping that the bounty for him hadn't yet reached this area.
It didn't, and he left to go wait for the rest of the group.

Sally was impressed when Johnny rode off in his bike. A wheelie all the way down to the station? Who wouldn't be impressed? She smiled and nodded in approval.
When Shae came back, Sally explained that she had replaced the engine and repainted and everything she could to make it really nice car. She didn't know if Shae understood any of the terminology she was using, but if he did, or even if he didn't, it proved how much Sally knew about cars and such.
"You want to drive? I can sit in the passenger's seat, if you want to," She said as she opened the trunk of the car and put her larger guns in it. She smiled, already knowing the answer to her question. She opened the door, and sat shotgun. Literally. With a shotgun at her feet, she would be ready if any cops recognized the car or her. "Now this is sitting shotgun." she snickered and looked at Shae, then towards the glove compartment in front of her. She opened it, and remembered that she had stowed two pistols that fit in her revolver holsters in it. She rummaged through, and found then, making sure they were loaded. Then she sat back, and waited for Netas to return.

Netas had sped off all show offy, but she barely made it half-way to the station before wrecking. Netas dragged herself away from James' poor bike. She sat up and pulled her helmet off to find that she was covered in dirt. A lopsided grin was on her face, and she made a whooing sound while pumping her arms into the air before falling over.

Netas stood up, wobbling as she grinned. "Don't worry, the bike's fine." She said as she walked over to it and kicked it. "Just a few scratches." Netas bent and opened the seat to pull out the amazingly in tact vodka bottle. After that she dragged the bike off the road then walked in a not so straight line to the car, opening the door and hopping in.