[He tries to keep his laughter quiet, but he's snickering pretty good as he gets his pants zipped up and hurriedly hops onto the bike. The engine revs hard before he gets going, not quite getting things in the right order in his urgency.]
Get your pants up!
[Not that she has much time, but she needs to be able to get her legs around him and hang on tight because he's fucking driving as fast as he can. There's only one way out of this park and that means zipping past the cops before they have time to react - and he gives them a cackle that turns into a howl as they speed off.
Sirens mean those assholes eventually get the car going again to chase, but they're going to have to work hard to catch up as Johnnie takes zig-zags through San Francisco streets, trying to make their path unpredictable. He's heading vaguely north he thinks, but honestly, he's lost track - all he knows is now, most of the signs are in Chinese or something like it, and this part of town seems awfully quiet at this time of day too aside from people wrapping up some evening shopping, and one bar with little stools on the street and old men sipping something in small glasses.
Eventually he finds a side alley to tuck into, and stops the bike. He's still laughing as he turns around and squeezes her thigh.]
You still hangin' on back here? Bet they won't find us any time soon. I don't even know where the fuck we are.
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[He tries to keep his laughter quiet, but he's snickering pretty good as he gets his pants zipped up and hurriedly hops onto the bike. The engine revs hard before he gets going, not quite getting things in the right order in his urgency.]
Get your pants up!
[Not that she has much time, but she needs to be able to get her legs around him and hang on tight because he's fucking driving as fast as he can. There's only one way out of this park and that means zipping past the cops before they have time to react - and he gives them a cackle that turns into a howl as they speed off.
Sirens mean those assholes eventually get the car going again to chase, but they're going to have to work hard to catch up as Johnnie takes zig-zags through San Francisco streets, trying to make their path unpredictable. He's heading vaguely north he thinks, but honestly, he's lost track - all he knows is now, most of the signs are in Chinese or something like it, and this part of town seems awfully quiet at this time of day too aside from people wrapping up some evening shopping, and one bar with little stools on the street and old men sipping something in small glasses.
Eventually he finds a side alley to tuck into, and stops the bike. He's still laughing as he turns around and squeezes her thigh.]
You still hangin' on back here? Bet they won't find us any time soon. I don't even know where the fuck we are.