Thread: CoNfUsEd-KiDz

Biker's Bar The wind made her short platinum blond hair slicked back. She rode twenty miles per hour over the speed limit. Her booted foot like metal against the pedal of her bike. She revved the engine, zooming in front of a car, cutting it off, but not really, as she moved to the next lane over. Her bright blue eyes were protected from the wind by a pair of large sunglasses. The wind ripped at her leather jacket, pushing it away from her nearly bare torso. Her stop was coming up shortly but she didn't really want to slow down. She loved the way the wind felt as it caressed her skin. A smile tugged at her soft pink lips and she finally began to lift her foot of the gas pedal, her fingers reaching for the brake. She pulled her bike up to the front of the bar and killed the ignition, slipping the keys into the pocket of her jacket. Her pants were too tight to fit much but scraps of paper in the pockets. They were skinny jeans, torn at the knees, faded dark blue denim, and worn low on her hips. She adjusted her jacket and pulled a comb from the side bags on the bike, quickly brushing her hair so that it came forward in a sweep to the side. She fixed her bikini top, which was black with a white skull on it, so that it fully covered her breasts. Erika was only nineteen years old. She had left her home when she was sixteen, dropping out of her Senior year of high school and joined a group of her biking friends. With them she toured half of America before splitting off. They wanted to go back to the East coast, where as she wanted to go to the West. So now she was in sunny California, where her skin became sun kissed and her platinum blond hair seemed normal. She ran her fingers through her hair, messing it up just slightly, and hooking her shades onto the string of her bikini between her breasts. She slapped a hand to the door of The Dog House, her new favorite bar that she rode for an hour to get to each time. She grinned widely, suddenly engulfed in a big man's arms. Erika! The girl, out of reflex, slipped out of her jacket, jumping back and pulling a switchblade from you don't wanna know where. She held it in front of her, ready to strike. Suddenly the same male voice shouted, Whoa, whoa, whoa baby! Relax, She blinked, then relaxed, grinning softly, Oh my bad, sorry Rex. She pat his shoulder, tugging her jacket from his hands and putting it on. You're lucky we love you, or you'd be out on your ass faster than you can pull that out. At this she gave a small laugh, strutting up to the bar with him. Get me a Coors Rex? She flashed him a charming smile. Only cuz I love ya' babe, she was rewarded with a wink and a cool bottle of Coors being slid her way. She was underage but the men working there didn't care, it kept her coming back for more. And they wanted her there, because they loved her. They really did. The first time she entered the bar they all had tried to hit on her. When she denied them the sex that they wanted, they hadn't been bitter or sour they had actually just went back to her again, trying to be friends. And now they all had their odd little relationships as friends. Erika spun around, surveying the bar for any people who weren't normally there. Maybe she could get some fun in for the night. She licked her lips, adjusting her leather jacket with a slight grin.