Rose felt him follow her and stopped turning away from him to rub her eyes before she looked back up at him with a miserable expression. She listened quietly her frown deepening when he called her a bitch. She was beginning to really despise that word. She remained silent though, listening to his opinion to not let those things turn her into a vicious person. She stared at him quietly for a few moments supposing he was right. She did jump down his throat for just looking at her, taking most of the rage that should have been placed on Senator Skeez, her brother and out of everyone her father. She still hated to be called a bitch though. 

After her silence, he walked over to his bike grabbing a spare helmet and held it up toward her, offering to take her to a place where she could clear her head. She looked at the bike than him and then to the people at the front of the bar. Deciding, she pulled her purse over her head and grabbed the helmet her tone soft but still edgy, "[color=fff79a]I live with wolves Sparky, if you ain't vicious you get eaten very quickly.[/color]" 

She pulled the helmet closer, looking away from him as she grumbled an angsty, "[color=fff79a]I apologize for putting that on you though....even if you were being sassy![/color]" 

She slapped the helmet over her head and sauntered up behind him after he got on the motorcycle. She pulled up her dress, showing off the edges of her garter belts as she threw a leg over the back of the bike. She sat down slowly, her nails grazing his chest as she wrapped her arms around his midsection. Once comfortable, she spoke up behind him, "[color=fff79a]Don't go slow for my sake, Sparky. I can handle any speed you throw at me.[/color]" 

She leaned her cheek against his back, wondering what the hell she was doing. The unwritten handbook for single ladies says that this was a bad decision, but honestly, she had a feeling she would regret it if she declined. Plus the bike was nice and the guy who she was holding seemed warm beneath her. Tomorrow she would go back to her usual calculated, diligent self, but tonight she was the reckless girl who went with the dangerous biker boy, and she was going to enjoy it!