Lucca wanted to bash his own head in as he listened to the blond haired male's reason for attempting to steal his bike. He scented a bit of a lie in there somewhere, but the brunt of it rang true. At this point in time, He fucking hated his life. Today was most certainly not his day.

[Color=7ea7d8]"Feck it, get on the bike, boyo," [/color]he growled. [Color=7ea7d8]"Yer riding behind me. Doona play anything funny, aye?"[/color] Then he turned his head as a motion in his peripheral vision caught his attention.

[I]Ohhh, fuck me,[/i] Lucca thought as the girl from earlier launched herself at him and the other dude. He was knocked back, crashing into his motorcycle, still fisting the blond guy's shirt as all three of them, including the bike were knocked out if the way of a goddamn gigantic tank-like thing that was barreling down the street.

[Color=7ea7d8]"Fucking hate my life," [/color]followed by Gaelic curses could be distinctly heard as the dark haired cheetah in human skin landed on his bike. He took a moment to groan in pain, then picked both Marco and Anya up. He set his bike to rights, set both on them on it behind him and twisted the key, igniting the engine.

[Color=7ea7d8]"Hold tight ye two,"[/color] he told them. [Color=7ea7d8]"Shit's about tae get real fecking chaotic,"[/color] he added. 

[I]Today is [b]not[/b] my day. [/i]

He growled again as all three of them nimbly avoided the tank and obvious bad guys, taking sharp curves and rearing the front hover end of the bike up to avoid another car at one point, both actions nearly knocking the extra two passengers off.

[Color=7ea7d8]"Ye better have directions, boyo,"[/color] the Celt shouted. [Color=7ea7d8]"And ye better give em tae me right fecking now!"[/color]
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