The women standing in this dimly-lit street seemed to have been down this road — to have had this same argument — time and time again; one a curvaceous, vibrant woman with long red hair, and the other a smaller, rough looking brunette. They might have been sharing a coffee or a slice of cake for how much actual vitriol was in their words. Words which spoke to this being old hat for the both of them, if the long-put-upon sigh that the smaller woman gave was not indication enough.
"Rose, I can't," she was saying, clutching her helmet with one arm and scratching the back of her neck with the other. "You know I'd love to join you, but I have my boys to take care of, my bike to shine, and a whole lot of junk to do that you just wouldn't understand." She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, crossing them over each other as she leaned against the shabby brick of the alleyway where the two were meeting. "You're going to just have to take my word for it. I know I can't convince you otherwise, but I just really can't."
Rose, the other woman, crossed her arms under her rather sizable breasts and gave the biker a glare. If looks could kill, the dark-haired lady would be dead as a doornail. "Raven, you know that by postponing this, you are just delaying the inevitable. Curb your tendencies to get into hot water, and come with me. Only for a weekend. Surely your... ugh... 'boys' and your 'toys' can survive one weekend alone?"
With a sigh, Raven shook her head, and gave a wry chuckle. "No. They're male. My bike needs fixing up, and I can't trust those idiots with her - I also can't exactly trust
them alone. They'd destroy the shop, the club, the bar, and several other things besides. I mean... they're boys. They're wild, single, and restless. You really think it's a good idea to leave all my irons with them tending the fire?"
The redhead gave an explosive sigh. "Then leave them to it and come with me for good! I can't stand to see you out on those streets, fending off whatever...
thugs get it into their heads to try and take advantage of you." She rubbed her good eye, and rested her hand under her chin, fingers lightly curled. "Besides, not all boys are destructive and reckless. Mine are just fine."
"
Yours are paid to be fine, elegant, charming, and all of that. Believe me, Rose — if you and I left our packs together, there would be massive chaos. In more ways than one. Just let me do me, and you do you," Raven snarked, giving the other woman a lewd gesture. "I don't care if you have the best-trained little servants in the whole show. You're not pulling me off the streets. Why won't you just come on
one ride with me? Just one? I bet you'd enjoy it."
This was an argument they'd been back and forth over, too. Rose just was not cut out for the style of life that Raven led, either inside, or outside, her business veneer. The woman was a black-market dealer of all sorts of shady things, and that bike of hers just reeked of filthy money and danger. The club-owner was wary of both of those things.
"No, Raven," she said with an air of finality. "I will never join you on one of those disgusting machines. Just... think about coming with me for once, alright?"
Raven shrugged and unclipped the chin-strap of her helmet. "No promises, Rose," she sighed before fitting it onto her head and walking over to her bike. She gave Rose one last look before taking off into the streets. For her part, Rose dug her fingernails into her arm to keep from screaming obscenities at the retreating woman. "Why must you be so... so...
you!," she exclaimed, turning to go back inside. Before she fully opened the door, however, she paused, and let her eyes follow down the road Raven had gone. "And so irresistible," she finished with a click of her tongue before she headed back into the establishment.