Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Iveria

Tiko

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as written by Knosis, Alara, and Cordeleanne

The pub was rather crowded at this time of night with a bunch of rowdy Iverians, laughing, shouting, playing pool, drinking and just having a grand time. The wooden floors and tables were well worn and had old stains of various concoctions of alcohol, vomit, and the occasional blood spatter. Cigar and cigarette smoke filled the air, and there were more than a few narcotics being passed around.

This was home for Skye. She stood on stage, singing her heart out with her sassy punk rock songs, powering through guitar rifts, or drinking with the lot of them most nights for as long as she could remember. This night was no different. As soon as the song was over, she waved to her band and smiled. "Take 30 guys, I'm a bit thirsty." She placed her guitar in its stand, brushing back her long strands of ebony hair from her pale face and looking for faces she knew wouldn't be there. "Oi, its been months now, an' I still miss'em.." She muttered. "Bet they're havin' loads o' fun though." She grinned at the thought as she crossed to the bar. "Oi! Hit me up!" She called.

"You still pinin' over them O'Callaghan boys?" Murtagh asked from across the bar as he slid a filled tankard across to her.

"Oi, she's always pinin' over them two," Cabhan answered. "I think she regrets every day she stuck roun' 'ere to entertain us sorry lot, instead of runnin' off wi' them."

"''ell I would be too if I 'ad to look at your ugly mug every night," Murtagh jested with a low chuckle.

"Eh, If I'd gon' with 'em, you lot would bring the torches and pitch forks to come draggin' me back to my stage. Who else around here is any good, hm? Turlach's bunch? Bah." She gave a shit-eating grin. "You'd be rippin' your ears off and beggin' me to come back. I stayed for what's left of your sanity and pretty features.. should be grateful and give me free drinks."

She looked over at Cobhan and winked. "Don't go listenin' to Murtagh. He's just jealous 'is mom wishes he was half as handsome as you are, Cobhan. Then she wouldn't have had to put the bag over 'is head as a lad."

"You sure know 'ow to sweet talk a bartender for free drinks," Murtagh said with a scowl.

He took it in good humor though. Just another night at the pub.

"So what's the news on them anyways?" Cabhan asked. "'asn't been the same roun' 'ere without them. Last I 'eard they were off to Lutetia to chase some tail."

"Aye." She said. "Went lookin' for girls they could get on with that they didn't have to worry about bein' related to." She took a swig from the tankard with a grateful sigh. "Apparently, gettin' into all sorts o' trouble without me keepin' them in line. Desmond near 'ad his arm bit off by this she-wolf he's got the hots for. And Brendan's turned a stiff." She shook her head. "Those boy's been away from home too long, I said. But noooo.."

Jamissa watched Skye from a table nearby. She held the same drink she had ordered hours ago, never bringing it to her lips. Jami was not a drinker or a partier. Her long red auburn hair was braided over her left shoulder. Her tattered backpack hung on the chair, heavy with the books and papers she always had with her. She wore a white buttoned down shirt with a short, loosely tied blue tie. Her blue pleated skirt came to just above her knees. She looked completely out of place in the bar but she was totally enthralled by Skye and never missed one of her shows.

"Maybe you've been too long wi' your head in Lutetia," Cabhan said.

He picked up his full glass of beer and set it down in front of Skye, half leaning on her shoulder with one arm.

"How many time's a guy gotta ask you to get a date roun' 'ere anyways?" he asked with a wink. "You've got 'alf the bar linin' up, an' not a one's got you out that door yet."

"Perhaps..." She agreed. "But still, I can't 'elp but wonder."

She chuckled and smiled at Cabhan sweetly, patting his hand gently. "'alfs of 'em are close enough as family that I can follow the family line, and most the others would go with a fat cow if they're drunk 'n horny enough." She jested.

"'sides, can't be playin' favorites. You know how much business I'd lose if I got claimed?"

Jami watched Skye and Cabhan. She stood and shook her head and sat back down and played with her drink. Her posture was straight and her presence was that of confidence despite her painful inability to be social.

Skye was taking a swig from the tankard when a song started blaring from her pocket. "Mmm!" Skye said, digging her cellphone from her pocket. "Speakin' of the devil... Sorry, gotta take this." She opened the phone with a smile. "'ello lover boy.~" She spoke.

"Uh.... Were you expecting someone else?" Desmond's voice came through the phone.

Cabhan let out a playfully dramatic sigh as he grabbed another tankard of ale and got up.

"Tell 'em I said hi," he offered before leaving her to her phone call.

"Pffft." She mocked into the speaker of her cellphone. "Who else would be callin' this time o' night sounding all lovely dovey, eh?" She teased. "'ow are you and Brendan? Oh, and Cabhan says hi."
 
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as written by Alara and Cordeleanne

Cabhan plopped himself down next to Jami with a whimsical sigh before glancing her way. "You too, eh?" he asked.

Jami glanced from Cabhan to Skye and back to Cabhan. "What do you mean?"

"Oh come on, you've been gawkin' at 'er all night," Cabhan teased with a wink.

Jami sighed and looked down at the untouched drink in her hands. "I cant help it. Shes just so. .. so alive, you know?" She looked up at Cabhan questioningly. She set the glass on the table and slid her hands into her lap.

"Aye, get in line," Cabhan told her with an amused smirk before taking a swig of his beer.

Jamis eyes returned to Skye. Even as she sat on the phone, she was so calm, relaxed. Jami was hardly ever relaxed. Jami would follow Skye where ever she went, it didn't matter whether she liked her back or not. Skye enjoyed life and Jami wanted to experience that. "How can you stand it?" She asked Cobhan.

"Eh, we've been friends since we were kids. Besides. Plenty of other fish in the sea, right?" Cabhan asked over his drink as he watched Skye with wry amusement.

Jami slipped into nerd mode and her energy lifted. She began to talk with her hands and become more animated. "Not around here. Do you know the genetic consanguinity of most couples nowadays? It is not a good idea for this to keep progressing unchecked. Desmond and Brendan had the right idea for once." She stopped and glanced quickly at Skye.

"An' you don't? Never?" Cabhan asked with a curious quirk of his brow. "Never a romp in the hay, just for fun?"

Jami shifts in her chair. Her hands go to the glass again. She stared at it and rubbed her finger along the top as she spoke."Well, no, not yet. I-" She looked back at him. "No I haven't actually." Her eyes returned to Skye and a sigh escaped her.

"Damn girl," Cabhan said with a shake of his head. "You need to start livin' a little. You come in 'ere every week, you don't even touch your drink."

He reached over and slid it in front of her.

Jami lifted the glass to look at it. "I do not know Cav." She sniffed the glass and recoiled. "It does not smell very good." She swirled the contents watching the amber liquid.

"Well if you drink enough of them, you won't care what they smell or taste like anymore," Cabhan offered.

Jami looked at him with a lifted eyebrow. "I am not sure that is a good thing."
 
as written by Alara and Knosis

"Aw come on, you're not still giving me 'ell about that are you? She's just a girl," Desmond said over the phone.

"'ard time? 'ow is it a 'ard time when you're madly in love with this Chloe you speak so much about, eh? Remember, you two left me all alone 'ere for 'just a girl.'" Skye shifted on her stool and put her feet on the stool next to her, leaning slightly on the counter. "An' I can prove you like 'er too."

"'ey now. Be fair. We left for many girls. Lutetian women love an Iverian accent. An' 'ows is that?"

''ave you slept with 'er?" She asked calmly, sipping on the tankard quietly.

"Well no... but-"

"'ave you kissed 'er?" She asked, interrupting Desmond on the other end.

"Well yes... but-"

"Then ya love 'er. Normally you just bang and run for the 'ills as soon as you can after the deed be done. You're sensitive 'bout this 'un, don't wanna run 'er off. Takin' things slow and makin' you're moves when ya can. I do believe she 'as your heart, Desmond."

"Oh come on! There were extraneous circumstances involved in that'!"

"'ow many people kiss another when they're facin' death together? Only lovers who 'ad been in denial the entire movie." She rolled her eyes. "Besides that.. Sounds like she's got feelings for you too." She took another swig from her beer and grinned. "You may actually settle down and 'ave kids finally, Dezzy."

"'ey! Come on. You know that's not why I kissed 'er - ah forget it. You're as bad as Brendan! Besides, you're one to talk about settlin' down."

"I 'ave settled down. I'm married to my work, an' ya know that." She laughed softly. "You remember how wild 'n' wreckless I was when I was a pup."

"Was?"

"Do you still see me raisin' 'ell and stealin' Mrs. Perill's pies from 'er windowsill or gettin' into fights with kids 'alf again my size?" She grinned widely. "Then again, I still am reignin' champ 'ere for the who's caused the most fights." She scratched the back of her head with a sigh. "Eh.. I just don't know Dezzy.. But yeah, I'd like to meet this Chloe once before you two get married. Ya know, see if she's in it for the long haul or she's a tramp."

"Are you me cousin, or me father."

"Dunno. I could be both, though I do reckon yer ole man wouldn't like it much if you started callin' me 'Pops'." She jested. "Though maybe if I grew a beard.."

"'ow's me old man doing anyways?"

"Eh.." She replied. "'e's alright. Keeps himself busy most of the time. He won't say it, but I think he really misses you two a hella lot." She said. "Then again, I don't think home's been the same since you two up and left and got married." She paused for a moment. "'Ave you even told your ole man about Chloe and how ya two are going to elope?"
 
as written by Alara, Cordeleanne, and Knosis

Cabhan let out a sigh as he stood up and he gave Jami's hair an affectionate ruffling. "Give it a try, you might like it," he said with a wink before he gave a sharp whistle to get Skye's attention. "I'm 'eadin out. Stay outa trouble, eh?" he hollered.

Jami frowned at him as she fixed her hair. She sniffed the drink again and set it down on the table with a grimace. She decided not to be adventurous today. Grabbing her pack she followed Cabhan to the door.

Skye turned to see Cabhan and half heard him. She grinned and waved. "Hold on a sec, kay?" She said into the speaker. "Oi, when have I ever been in trouble, eh? Better worry 'bout yourself." She hollared back before continuing on with the conversation with Desmond.
 
as written by Knosis and Alara

One week later...

Skye blinked awake at the blaring ring-tone of her cellphone. The bed was warm and she debated whether or not to just let it go to voice mail. "Feckin' 'ell, who is it..." She muttered. She rolled over in her bed and picked up the phone, and answered.

"Ya know how feckin' early it is for me..?" She complained in a sleepy mutter.

"No earlier than for me I'm sure," Desmond answered. "Things got a bit rough out 'ere last night."

Skye groaned and peeked over at her clock. "Oh.. Mornin' Desmond.." She yawned. "Mmmmm, wha' 'appened.." She asked groggily. "Get into a fist fight with someone's husband..?"

"Try a fist scrap wi' someone's shotgun," Desmond said. "Got some people 'urt pretty bad out 'ere, an' some didn't make it. Baron might not make it too. I sent Chloe out to find out what she can, but we could use some of the pack from back 'ome. At least 'til things calm."

That woke Skye up. "What the 'ell?" She said, suddenly alert. "Are you okay? What about Brendan?" She slowly slid out of bed and began to get dressed. Desmond would be able to hear the shuffling on the other end. Skye wasn't wasting time. Even if the rest of the pack wasn't following, Skye would be riding hard towards Lutetia tonight.

"I'm fine, so's Brendan," Desmond told her. "If you can, just see who you can get out 'ere on short notice. An' give me a call at this number when you get into town."

"I'll try to shake the bag." She said, pulling on her leather jacket. "I'll most likely be there in the mornin'." She started stuffing clothes in a duffle. Desmond would hear the click of a pistol being checked as well. "We'll talk more about it when we're there. Where are you guys hiding?"

"We'll worry about that when you get 'ere," Desmond said. "I need to get 'eadin' out. An' thanks Skye. I appreciate it."

"You'd do the same if I was in trouble." She said, zipping up the bag. "Just don't go dyin' while I'm on the road, a'ight? You three be safe, that's all I care about." She didn't wait for him to answer as she clicked the disconnect and started speed dialing other numbers.

"Oi, yeah. Its me. Pack the band up." She said, walking out the door and to the small garage to the side. "Uh huh. Desmond 'n' Brendan need us. Get the others up and going. We're going to Lutetia tonight." She tossed her duffel bag into the small bike trailer and pulled it over to the motorcycle with a grunt. "Nu uh, I'll take care of it. Bring my baby too. We may need it." She clicked the phone off and hooked the trailer up to the bike. Once she was sure it was secure, she kicked the bike to life and began to speed off towards the Pub.
 
as written by Knosis and Script

Skye made it to the pub and paced back and forth while she made several phone calls to all the wolves in Iveria she knew, trying to get a few people to show up with her. A lot of them had jobs and families and couldn't leave. Some said they'd look into it. Still, she felt the despair when she hung up on the last one that she would be the only one going down to Lutetia.

She sat on the ground, her head leaned against the Pub, just staring out in the open as she waited for the clock to tick away.

Thankfully for Skye, her fears wouldn't come to pass. After about ten minutes had gone by, a car pulled off from the road and rolled to a stop outside the pub. It was fairly unremarkable in appearance, a small hatchback in a neutral navy colour. After a moment, the engine went dead, and a woman stepped out into the air. Long brown hair flowed down over her shoulders, framing unblemished features and warm hazel eyes. The simple cotton top she wore hung relatively loosely on her slight frame.

"Quite the gatherin' you've got goin' here," Quinn raised an eyebrow with a smile as she turned from locking her car, her Iverian accent not quite so strong as many of the locals, but still clearly evident. "Am I early?"

Skye had heard the car coming and a grin spread across her face as she stood up from the ground and crossed over to the familiar Iverian.

"Oh, aye. At least I hope so. Still, I hope more show up. But it is damn good to see ya, Quinn." She said, reaching over to give her a hug.

"Right back at you, love," Quinn returned the hug warmly, "What sort of trouble have the boys gotten themselves into now?" she asked after leaning back, folding her arms. "Honestly, the pair o' them are worse with trouble than some of my kids are with glue. An' that's saying something, I tell you."

"Well, if it were only them, I doubt I'd be callin 'alf of Iveria to come with me.." She said, an uncharacteristic frown forming on her face. "Seems there is a bit of trouble with the boy's pack in Lutetia. Something about some of them dyin', and the pack leader seriously hurt to the point 'e may not make it. Desmond's callin' in a favor. An' you know them boys.. Never ask unless its truly a problem." She folded her own arms and tapped her finger impatiently. "Just hopin' they don't get into more trouble before we get there.."

"Sounds like I was right to bring a couple of my old friends from travellin' along," Quinn furrowed her brow, nodding towards her car, "Rooted my old guns out from storage before I set off. Once told myself I'd not be takin' them out again," she shook her head with a sigh, "but life has a funny way of makin' us break our promises to ourselves. It's bad business, that city o' theirs. The whole country, for that matter."

Skye nodded. "Don't think any us thought we'd be in serious fights again." She agreed. "I've got my .45, but that's about it." She scratched the back of her head. "Aye.. Its changed them boys. I'm 'alf tempted to drag their arses back to Iveria when we're done saving their friends. Got Desmond's weddin' to plan, after all."

"Wedding?" Quinn's eyebrows shot up, "You're pulling my leg. Bloody hell, it certainly has changed them!"

"Aye," She gave a shit-eatting grin. "'as this girl he fancies named Chloe. Won't stop jabbin' about 'er, its almost sickening. Think he was gonna propose before all this 'appened though. May still be a secret."

Quinn shook her head, grinning back. "Can only hope he's got better taste in women than in places to live," she remarked.

Skye shrugged slightly. "I don't know. Never met her. Going to while I'm down there. If I think she's a right tramp, I'll put an end to the wedding plans." She grinned slyly.

"I don't doubt that," Quinn fixed Skye with a knowing look, "Once you've set your mind to somethin' like that, it has a way o' happenin'."

She grinned and sighed, looking down the road, hoping to see more people on the way. "Yeah.."

Quinn was silent for a few moments, stepping across to lean on the back of her car and follow Skye's gaze. "I saw one of my students on my way out," she remarked absently, "Must've looked harried something fierce, because he asked me if I was alright, bless him. I didn't let on, o' course. Can't have rumours goin' around that Miss Foley's off into a warzone." She chuckled at the thought, shaking her head. "Morbid little buggers are already always askin' about my time overseas, an' the trouble I got myself into. Always have to tell them it was a lot less excitin' than they imagine. Wouldn't do to add more fuel to the fire."

Skye snorted. "Yet we were all like that at one point, ya know?" She said. "At least I was always gettin' into fights with myself outnumbered, with guys twice my size.. It sated my lust for blood when I was young. But.. We don't stay young forever." She grinned. "So you got a bunch of 'ellions eh?"

"You don't know the half of it," Quinn laughed, "I'm just glad I get to hand them back at the end o' the day. Don't get me wrong, I love the little shites to pieces, but they aren't half... well, little shites. There's this one girl in my form group, Kenzie, who won't stop askin' to see me shift. Absolutely fascinated by me bein' a werewolf. Must've been readin' some o' that supernatural teen-romance trite." She rolled her eyes, but a fond smile remained plastered on her face.

The other woman made a face. "Was never into readin', and I don't think I'mma start with teenie-bopper love nonsense. Sounds like my already low IQ would drop through the feckin' floor."

"It's harmless enough so long as you're around these parts," Quinn said, "But can you imagine some poor lass visitin' Lutetia with those silly ideas runnin' round their heads? They'd get themselves killed for sure."

"Aye." Her brow furrowed. "Or used." Her leather jacket creaked as her fists balled up on her arms. She was losing patience. "Fecking hell, where is everyone?!"

"It's not been an hour yet," Quinn noted, "Give them time, they'll be here. I doubt everyone's got the habit o' havin' a panic bag ready for a moment's notice like I do. Picked that up abroad after the first time the hotel I was stayin' at got caught between the locals and some form o' weird... well, I don't know what it was, but it wasn't pretty." She laughed, shaking her head at the memory.

Skye nodded and leaned against Quinn's car quietly. Soon though, there was a honking and a old truck pulled up with a trailer hitched to the back. "Oi!" Skye shouted. "About fecking time you guys!"
 
as written by Knosis, Alara, Script, and Cordeleanne

A tall man stepped out of the driver's side of the truck, his hair as coppery as a new penny and pulled back in a long pony tail. He grinned apologetically at Skye and held his arms out in defense. "'ey, you woke me up. I had to get dressed, get packed, get the trailer set up and packed, and get pansy arse over there up." Kian pointed over his shoulder.

"He's just sore that I was up all night enjoyin' the spoils of last nights gig," Seamus said with a wink as he swing down from out of the trailer. "Maybe if you added takin' a shower to that list you might catch a date wi' more than your lef' 'an' now an' again. Gettin' a bit ripe, if you know what I mean." He pinched his nose and waved a hand as if fending off some imaginary odor. "So what's wi' the impromptu road trip anyways?" he added.

Kian rolled his eyes. "Try havin' a heightened sense of smell, brother. That cologne you wear does not hide the week old musk you call 'extra sexy'." Kian stated, even bending his fingers in quotations with the last words.

Skye sighed at the brother's antics. "Yeah well, ya both stink. Badly. But I'll dump the ice bucket over you guys when we get to Lutetia. Did you guys bring all of the stuff? I figured I can call up those places that wanted us to perform in Lutetia that we turned down a few months back. Make a few bucks to pay for our trip if we're not needed all the time there, ya know?"

"Aye," a third voice sounded from the door of the trailer, "Though you're lucky my mam an' dad were out, or they'd have kicked up a right fuss at me sneakin' all my gear out." Connor hopped down onto the street, grinning cheerily. His grin quickly faded, however, as he laid eyes on Quinn. "Oh feckin' 'ell..."

"If that ain't a fine way to greet your sister," Quinn raised her eyebrows, "The bloody 'ell do you think you're doin' here?"

"Aw, c'mon, don't start on the babyin', Quinn..." Connor groaned.

There was a loud rattling coming down the road as Jami's motorbike came into view. She was going as fast as the little bike would let her. She had the saddle bags stuffed full and occationally a piece of paper would go flying out of them. She even had a few books held in one arm. She pulled up, cut the engine as she jumped off and rushed over to Skye. Her braid falling out and her clothes disheveled. "I've got the maps, city plans, history on the area and anything else I thought we would need."

Skye gave Connor a look. "If ya da knew that I was taken you further than the city limits without 'is permission, I'm pretty sure I'd be tannin' next to a deer 'ide come next week. And your ma would be helpin'." She then shot a glance over to Quinn. "'e's also a man now, Quinn. Ya gotta let 'im grow up and do 'is own thing. Ya parents were 'arsh on the both of ya." She shook her head before turning towards the putt-ing sound of a motorbike as a new arrival showed.

Skye folded her arms, and was only half listening to Jami as she gazed at the bike she road in on. "How many times 'ave I told ya to bring that over and lemme fix it?" Skye scolded. "Tha' is not gonna make it to Lutetia. Not at the speeds we'll be goin'. You'll be riding with me. Put the bags in the back of the trailer."

Quinn shot a glance back at Skye, frowning, "This isn't some party or a road trip, we're drivin' into a warzone."

"An' your tour of Terra wasn't? Least there ain't any feckin' demons where we're going," Connor retorted, "I'm comin' with, an' there ain't jack you can do about it."

"Wait, what?" Seamus asked. "I heard road trip from numbnuts over there," he added with a jab of his thumb towards his brother.

Jami had obediently placed most of her things in the trailer, keeping her backpack with her. She stood separate from the group, watching the others chat.

"Quinn, 'e's 'ere now. If I send 'im home now, your parents will be after you instead." Skye smirked.

Kian scratched the back of his head. "No' my fault ya were half hung over and still dreamin' about some chick named Rura. Or somethin' alon' those lines."

Skye looked over her small party. "Is Cabhan comin'? And where is Fiona?"

"Rura?" Seamus asked perplexed. "Ooooh wait, you mean Rori? Shauna's sister? Gods I love that girl... Oh and Cabhan's on babysitting duty with his nephews all week," he added. "And Fiona's asleep in the back."

Kian shrugged. "I guess. Though, you do have an odd taste in women."
 
as written by Script, Knosis, Alara, and Cordeleanne

"Not likely," Quinn ran a frustrated hand through her hair, "But I'm more than a decade older, an' with a damn sight more life under my belt." She sighed with exasperation, shaking her head, "You're right, Connor, I can't stop you, but I'm sure as 'ell not happy about this."

"I ain't an idiot-"

"Debatable," Quinn interjected, prompting a scowl from Connor.

"Look, I'm not goin' to get myself killed. A'ight? Stop tryin' to be our mam." Connor grimaced. "If Brendan an' Desmond are in trouble, it's as much my business as anyone's."

"Enough." Skye sighed. "If you're gonna sqwabble, sqwabble with me later. We gotta get on the road soon enough. If that's everyone, we'll kick off."

Quinn's lips tightened - it was clear she didn't appreciate the interjection. For a moment she seemed ready to continue the argument, but instead she let out a frustrated sigh.

"Quinn, the kid won't get into trouble. I'm takin' 'im along for business. Expand our name, so to speak. I'll keep 'em under my wings." Skye rolled her eyes. "Right, let's go." She headed for her motorcyle.

"That's all fine for you," Quinn murmured, shaking her head, "you don't have to explain to our folks lettin' him walk into hell."

"Oh come on, it can't be all that bad," Seamus remarked. "Lutetia is only one of the biggest tourist attractions in Issunar."

"You haven't been watching the news, I take it," Quinn scowled.

"Course not," Seamus snorted. "An' you shouldn't either. Waste of time if you ask me. Their news stations are probably the source of 'alf their problems."

Skye's bike roared to life as if it was sign she was done with waiting and bickering. She twisted the accelerator to make the engine spin up. "Jami, hurry up."

Jami jumped at her name and rushed to join Skye. Her heart pounding from the excitement as much as the urgency.

"Hey Jami," Seamus called to her. "You want us to throw your bike in the back too, or you leavin' it 'ere?"

"If you got room, we don't know what we are going to need once we get there." As Jami spoke she tightened the straps on her backpack and slid on behind Skye.

"I think we can make it fit," Seamus said.

Once they had the bike loaded up into the cramped trailer, Seamus claimed the passenger side seat of the truck for himself.

Quinn scowled, but rather than responding she instead turned to Connor, "Right, listen here. I'll get off your case, but you 'ave to promise me you'll stay the hell away from the shite going on with the packs out there. Do your gigs, have your fun, but stay out of trouble. Alright?”

Connor frowned, but after a moment shrugged his shoulders, “Sure, alright.”

“Promise me,” Quinn put a hand on his shoulder.

“I promise! Feck, Quinn, I meant it when I said I ain’t an idiot. I ain’t helpless either, though. You ‘ave to get your head around that.”

Snorting, Quinn stepped back, “I’ll work on that,” she muttered, remaining unconvinced. “Go on with you, before I change my mind and give mam a call.”

Connor shot her a petulant glare before swinging around back towards the trailer, hopping in the back. Quinn watched him go, her expression remaining set in a frown before she turned and climbed into her car, starting the engine back up.

Skye put her helmet on and shut the visor on it. "Hold on tight." Skye said to Jami, just seconds before the bike started forward, skidding for a second or two before finding grip and speeding off down the road.

Jami threw her arms around Skye to keep from sliding off the back of the bike.

Kian started the truck and followed after with Quinn picking up the rear.
 
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