Following Raven from a vehicle after you saw her drive off led you to a seedy bar on the other side of town, cleverly (or maybe not so cleverly) named
The Spoke and Wheel. She took off her helmet after parking the bike, and moved into the place as though she owned it. Most of the fellows inside gave her a wide berth, and some salute - so if she doesn't own the place, she at least had some claim over the people inside of it. These must be the 'boys' she was telling Rose about.
"I don't get her," she bit off, pacing the floor a bit and seeming more ticked off than she had when arguing with Rose about this whole situation. "Really, I don't. All I want to do is keep her safe, keep her near. Not in that shady-ass club of hers with guys and gals that would stab her so much as look at her. All I'm offering her is protection and adventure..."
She sighed and flopped into one of the stools by the bar, resting her head in her hands and going quiet for a moment. After a few contemplative minutes, she sat up with a new sparkle in her eyes.
"I know. I'll make her a bike. A precious bike. One suited exactly for her. I know her measurements, I know her sense of style, I know how she wants it to handle. If there's one sure way to get her on the road, it'll be with a bike!"
Raven stood up and looked across the bar. "Alright, boys! Listen up! We're going to collect parts. We don't have near enough in the shop, so we're going to go around collecting parts - doesn't matter who you get them from. Screws, scrap metal, hubcaps, spare tires, rubber, pistons... whatever you can get. Spread out and gather as much as you can. Come back here afterward, and we'll work on building the smoothest machine known to women."
There was a resounding ruckus, upon which most of the men inside the bar vacate the area. Apparently, they're all for this idea. Or at least they're following Raven's plan.
What about you? Do you want to join in too?
