[color=orange]"Sure thing Corinne. Anything for you."[/color] Rolo answered.

And so they continued to cuddle whilst looking up at the sparkling twilight. The muffled sounds of music and laughter was very soothing to Rolos ears. It was like listening to a large, mostly drunken family getting along famously and having a blast. Their shindig at this hip new joint was truly the best party Rolo himself had ever been to. Way better than that party where he got lucky with his ex girlfriend for the first time. But she was gone now, and good riddance. She was probably in a dumpster somewhere, lying with the other trash, Rolo thought bitterly. But Rolo had Corinne now, which was what truly mattered.

An unknown amount of time passed when a few motorcycles pulled up out the front of the club house. A commotion could be heard between the guys at the door and these mysterious bikers. It couldn't be them, Rolo thought to himself. No way would they ever be stupid enough to take the Salt Bay Turbos on in the heart of their turf. But these were strange times for the gang after all.

[color=orange]"Corinne, listen to me."[/color] whispered Rolo.

[color=orange]"I think there's some trouble brewin with a rival gang. It'd probably the Slicks, those wannabe dweebs."[/color] Rolo explained.

[color=orange]"I need you to go into the girls bathroom and wait until I give the signal. I'll send some chick to give you the safe word when everything's all cool again alright?"[/color] instructed Rolo.

[color=orange]"What would you like the safe word to be?"[/color] asked Rolo.