[With a smirk, he catches her hand with his free one and brings her tapping fingers up to his lips to kiss, really just as a teasing sort of gesture. They're right there, anyway, he can't help it.
With the tank full, Johnnie decides he can't and doesn't want to try to pay and they're best off just fucking booking it, so he grins as he hops on the bike and pats the seat for her to join him.]
Better run before anyone notices. I dunno where we're goin', but, I guess the water's prob'ly west of us somewhere. Where's west from here?
[Sun's not up yet so he's not sure, but hell, he'll figure it out. If they get toward the shore they can follow the roads there to a highway somewhere. Or a pawn shop somewhere. Either way, he's getting them on the road.
The direction he heads winds up being more vaguely south than west, but that seems to work just fine. There's a major road here that looks like the main trucking route from the harbor, and that leads to a highway, and that has a sign for a bridge over the bay to the weird little peninsula that San Francisco and its satellites are on. Excited by having managed that much, Johnnie whoops for joy as they get themselves onto the bridge. Across the bay are tall buildings and lights - maybe not quite as much city as LA, but definitely one that will have everything they want and more as their first big stop.]
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[With a smirk, he catches her hand with his free one and brings her tapping fingers up to his lips to kiss, really just as a teasing sort of gesture. They're right there, anyway, he can't help it.
With the tank full, Johnnie decides he can't and doesn't want to try to pay and they're best off just fucking booking it, so he grins as he hops on the bike and pats the seat for her to join him.]
Better run before anyone notices. I dunno where we're goin', but, I guess the water's prob'ly west of us somewhere. Where's west from here?
[Sun's not up yet so he's not sure, but hell, he'll figure it out. If they get toward the shore they can follow the roads there to a highway somewhere. Or a pawn shop somewhere. Either way, he's getting them on the road.
The direction he heads winds up being more vaguely south than west, but that seems to work just fine. There's a major road here that looks like the main trucking route from the harbor, and that leads to a highway, and that has a sign for a bridge over the bay to the weird little peninsula that San Francisco and its satellites are on. Excited by having managed that much, Johnnie whoops for joy as they get themselves onto the bridge. Across the bay are tall buildings and lights - maybe not quite as much city as LA, but definitely one that will have everything they want and more as their first big stop.]
Hell yeah, rich people, come buy our shit!