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 Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 3:41 pm
Amelia Valentine
"I like it. She looks cute."
Amelia stared for a long minute down at the page, reading the extensive list of illegals. It wasn't anything too serious, but it certainly wasn't a Choir Girl's list, either. She leaned back from the book and actually looked at Draco.
"My favorite color? That's easy; blue. Light blue. Have you ever fallen in love with one of your 'clients?' Like the Dean, for instance. Or is it just good business?"
She glanced away and patted down her pockets. When she'd nearly given up hope, Amelia found what she was looking for. She pulled from her pocket a Lucky Strike packet that was so crumbled and twisted that it didn't seem possible that a f** could be in there. But she managed to shake out out and light it up.
"On second thought, I think I will get Em that motorcycle after all."
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 5:01 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco looked back and frowned. Ah love, a sticky subject at best. He'd never fallen in love with anyone of his clients. And he had a few that he pimped himself out to. The Dean was one and she paid by turning a blind eye and giving him access to that sweet Mercedes.
"No not love. I've obsessed over them for a few weeks when I find one that is stunning and good in bed. The dean as you see seems good enough. Well I've got the bruises still from two nights ago on my back. She is a dom, and I submit to her. The only one I've done that to." Draco watched the drops fall onto the glass dish and when six went down he stopped the drip and pulled it away. He slid that into a an oven set to eighty two degrees and sat back down, next to Amelia this time.
"Alright, what color?" Draco dialed Hans, he picked up on the first ring.
"Hans, she'll take it, you have my account number. Yeah, she's going with the take it and see plan. Alright, one second." Draco turned to her with a questioning look.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 6:11 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia raised an eyebrow. A domi? That old hag? To call the Dean "old" or a "hag" was a grave injustice to her. She was not exactly the classic picture of beauty, but she was far from being a spinster.
"Kinky."
She sucked on the cancer stick contemplatively and watched Draco work. Amelia listened to Draco's half of the conversation and imagined the replies Hans had for him. She wondered who this "Hans" was and just how Draco knew him. Stop it right there. Nothing good will come from that. She tapped off the end of the ash into her trusty bejeweled pill bottle ash-tray.
"Black is good. I'll wire you the pounds tonight. And don't you dare try and refuse it. This is my present for Em, not yours. When will it be ready?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 6:58 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
"Black, flat. Alright Hans, I'll be there." Draco hung the phone up and sat back, noticed the vaporizers were already cashed. He packed new bowls and reset the burners.
"Next week. I'll pick it up from the airport. Hans is shipping it from Germany." Draco tapped out another pile of cocaine and craved up four lines, sucked in two and passed the mirror.
"A motorcycle. Does he even know how to ride? Do you?" Draco raised an eyebrow and checked his watch. An hour and a half till his next deal.
"Wanna go for a ride, mine's out back. I've only gotten to ride it twice." Draco pulled out a set of keys and jingled the keys lightly.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:38 am
Amelia Valentine
Germany? Pretty far for just a motorbike. And a friend. He must've been a graduate a few years back. Amelia dipped down and inhaled the two lines quickly; her head began to spin soon enough and her fingers began to tap out a simple song on her legs. She wished she had her violin, but it was back in her room. All three of them...damn it. She smiled, and nodded.
"He knows, I don't. I'd love a ride; is it one of Hans' motorcycles?"
She stood up and ground out her f** and dropped it into the half-empty pill bottle. Amelia capped it and the half-full container into a pocket. She left the vodka on the floor next to the two ounces of Devil's Juice; Amelia couldn't wait to try it with Emerson. Maybe for our birthday? That'd be a nice present, right? A new drug and motorbike with a novelty bow on it. It felt woefully thin to Amelia. Was this all she could conjure up for that brother that meant so very much to her?
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:26 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI "Well then let's get going. And yes it is one of Hans, in fact is the first of the two bikes. The one you just bought." Draco opened a cabinet and pulled out two leather jackets and two full mask helmets.
"You don't need chaps, no engine between your legs, though you may want a pair of jeans." He rummaged around till he found a pair he kept for the occasional woman that showed up at the shed.
"Should fit with a belt." He fished out a belt and handed them to her. He turned away so she could change as he grabbed a stirrer and made sure that his ongoing production was, well ongoing.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 9:07 am
Amelia Valentine
Amelia turned her back to Draco and stepped out of her shoes; next her long stockings were rolled off and stashed away in her shoes. With a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure Draco wasn't peeking, she shimmied out of her skirt so she was standing in just her school blouse, tie, and lacy underwear; Amelia stepped into the borrowed jeans and pulled them up. Even with the belt (and after rolling up the cuffs) they were still a little too big for her. Oh well. She turned around to see Draco very superstitiously stirring at one of his stations. She shrugged into the skid jacket and tried not to laugh.
"Draco, I already know you're not a gentleman. No need to pretend that you didn't look."
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 9:17 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
"You're correct, I did indeed take a peek. Should be flattered though." Draco pulled his jacket on and double checked the time. An hour. Plenty of time to ride around town and grab something from the little Pizzeria on second.
"Let's ride Valentine." Draco chortled at the little rhyme. He opened the door and let her out, locking up and the walking around the shed to the covered bike. It was flat navy blue with HME on the side in white.
"Hans Motorcycle Emporium. Gonna add a few more decals, just haven't gotten around to doing that." Draco swung his leg onto the bike and started the twin engines with a push of a button.
"Only problem with electric motors. Can't use a jump start." The motors hummed lowly, that was all the sound you got out of them.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 9:38 am
Amelia Valentine
"Electric? Huh. Did not expect that."
Amelia mounted up behind Draco, her arms sliding around his waist automatically. The motorbike vibrated slowly between her legs, but not anything to notice once they began to roll. Checking out the bike only after I buy it? Good job there, Amelia. Push-starters were not as much fun as jumps, but they worked as well, if not better. Still, she had a feeling that she had made a good choice; it was quiet, and if it rode as smooth as it looked, Amelia just might send Hans a bonus.
"What kind of decals?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:04 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI "Always expect the unexpected. Hans has been building them electric for the last two years. Hundreds of them and he even modifies them from combustion to electric." Draco did something to the side of her helmet and then they were off. The motors were quiet, but the wind would make it hard to talk. His helmets had intercoms.
"Any kind, something to spruce the bike up. Probably a Bell decal, the helmets are Bell and a Ducati one, the jackets are from Ducati. After that, probably the Bands logo, if we ever have a logo." They were on the main drag, the bike accelerated instantly and cruised just under a hundred and eighty, but Draco hadn't yet put it up to that speed, no place long enough.
"Hans will want your feed back eventually. I'll give you his email. The bike is on hydraulic suspensions and has magnetic brakes. So I can stop it almost as fast as we roll away from a light." He didn't know how technical she could go so he kept the terms broad and open.
"When you shift, you shift both engines at the same time. Computer on board is more powerful than most home desktops, and that's to keep them synced. Oh and it can go backwards." Draco chuckled at the last one, most bikes weren't equipped with the reverse gears, they were to expensive. Since both wheels had their own motors he could just shift and let the bike go back.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 11:36 am
Amelia Valentine
"Of course we'll have a logo; all the good bands have one."
Amelia tightened her grip around Draco as he began to speed up the motorbike, pressing her warmth into his back by accident. She loved going fast, loved it when the wind was blowing so hard against her that she thought she was going to be blown half way across the world. They weren't that fast yet, but she could feel Draco easing more and more power into the engines, giving the horse her lead. Amelia smiled, the helmet's mask hiding the motion.
"If it's such a high-tech piece of equipment, why is it so cheap?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 12:39 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI "It isn't but Hans can't sell prototypes for the same price he'll sell production models. I said I'd test one, and help him find a buyer the second one, Which will have a different suspension, he says even better than this." Draco turned a corner and the longest street in the city was before them. Two and half miles long. He stopped at the light and grinned wickedly.
"Hang on tight, cause this is one hell of a ride." Draco ripped the accelerator back and the back tire squeeled trying to grip the pavement. When it caught the front end lifted and Draco leaned back to pull it up so he could just barely see over the bars. Three seconds of air time and the front slammed down. The led speddometer read one sixty when Draco finally let go and tapped the brakes. He turned in a long one eighty and faced the opposite direction.
"I gotta find a longer straight away to get her up to top speed." Draco was breathing hard, the concentraion one needed to keep a bike from going at ouf control at those speeds was very tiring. He started out again and halfway done turned right sliding to a stop in front of Pepper's Pizzeria.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 1:21 pm
Amelia Valentine
"There's one on the outside of the town. The highway to Chesire? It's pretty straight."
Like all Charter schools, a "college" town had set up camp off the campus after Steering had graduated a class or three. Amelia didn't want to stop so soon; she wanted to see how fast this bike could go. The quick dash down Main was just a little foreplay, she could tell. She climbed off the now silent bike when Draco made it clear their jaunt was finished by killing the engines. She pulled the helmet off, and grinned widely. The female Valentine fluffed out her helmet hair and shrugged out of the jacket, folding it over her arm.
"Okay, I got to admit; that is a sweet ride. Em will love it. Thank you. What are we doing at the Pizzeria? Don't you have a drop?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 2:00 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI "I do in half an hour. Right now I thought we'd get a slice and then head back. I can't be seen neglecting to feed you." Draco laughed as he draped the jacket and helmet on the bike and walked in, the chef greeted him like an old fried and Draco held up two fingers. He nodded and went into the back.
"I got my usual, its pretty safe, mostly veg, but you can add if you want. Tony is a good friend." Draco grabbed to glasses and walked over to the soda fountian. Good friend meant ex-boss. Draco had worked here his freshman year, before he had started setting up shop to start slinging.
"What's your poison?" Draco chuckled as he started pouring himself a kamikaze of soda.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 2:21 pm
Amelia Valentine
Another mark in his favor. Who cares if he's a Peeping Tom? Amelia took a seat on one side of the many vinyl booths; they offered a little more privacy then the tall tales and matching chairs. And she was almost certain they'd prefer that; she usually did, no matter who she was out with.
"Just a Coke, please. I find that coke and Coke go well together. Hey, do you have a cig? I'm all out."
She giggled. His choice of pizza would suit her just fine; she didn't mind.
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