[One thing motorcycles are great for is navigating little streets like they one they're on. He takes a few unnecessary turns just in case those cops really are after them, just to make sure their route will be harder to guess.
In fact, when he does see what looks like something of a more main road connecting between neighborhoods, he avoids it. They can take little winding side streets forever, as far as he's concerned. This gets them from Chinatown over toward something that looks a little more like a business district eventually - they pass by an eyeglasses shop, several closed offices, some kind of small private school, and a new-age looking yoga studio before they wind up at a place advertising jewelry and antiques.]
Perfect! Fancy shit in that window.
[A huge highly-decorated brass plate inlaid with semi-precious stones is their current display piece. Is it a real antique or is it trash? Who knows. Who cares, honestly - they'll find something worth reselling in here somewhere.
He swings the bike around to the little alley that goes between this row of shops, seeking a place to park, but a couple of figures scatter as his headlight shines down into the darkness. Kids, and the smell of spray paint. Johnnie smirks and hops off.]
Hey, c'mere. You kids want a job?
[He knows this game. They're going to fuck with his bike unless he and Chrissy give them something to do, and a few bucks for their trouble.]
no subject
[One thing motorcycles are great for is navigating little streets like they one they're on. He takes a few unnecessary turns just in case those cops really are after them, just to make sure their route will be harder to guess.
In fact, when he does see what looks like something of a more main road connecting between neighborhoods, he avoids it. They can take little winding side streets forever, as far as he's concerned. This gets them from Chinatown over toward something that looks a little more like a business district eventually - they pass by an eyeglasses shop, several closed offices, some kind of small private school, and a new-age looking yoga studio before they wind up at a place advertising jewelry and antiques.]
Perfect! Fancy shit in that window.
[A huge highly-decorated brass plate inlaid with semi-precious stones is their current display piece. Is it a real antique or is it trash? Who knows. Who cares, honestly - they'll find something worth reselling in here somewhere.
He swings the bike around to the little alley that goes between this row of shops, seeking a place to park, but a couple of figures scatter as his headlight shines down into the darkness. Kids, and the smell of spray paint. Johnnie smirks and hops off.]
Hey, c'mere. You kids want a job?
[He knows this game. They're going to fuck with his bike unless he and Chrissy give them something to do, and a few bucks for their trouble.]