Oh Yeah. Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time

Dean stood outside the bar, admiring the bike that had been sitting outside. It was nice, really nice and it certainly wasn’t helping Dean’s desire to actually get a motorcycle for himself one day. He had pulled up shortly after the man who had owned it had entered the building and so after admiring it a bit more, Dean walked through to doors after him. It was the usual kind of bar that biker would show up to; cliche in the sense that it was like every other roadside biker bar Dean had been to in the midwest.

               “ ‘cuse me? ” Dean said, trying to approach the older man. “ Saw that bike out there of yours, just wanted to tell you that she’s real impressive. Seems like you got a wild ride there. ”

          “ S’is quie’ a beau’, ain’t she? ” Reno grinned, attention returning to the man speaking to him, scars tugging on either side of his face as his eyes slide up and down the younger man. Pretty, he’ll give him that. Plus, getting the chance to brag about his bike was part of the reason Reno rolled out of bed some mornings. “ T’at bike ou’ t’ere’s ma’ pride an’ joy, spen’ t’e las’ few years wor’in’ on ‘er. ”