Jack didn't really care about her lack of interest in the club. They were small time simply so as to stay off the radar of some of the more dangerous legal groups. The engine was running beautifully as they weaved in and out of traffic which had become much lighter since he had gone inside. The giggles from behind him made him chuckle. ALthough bikes were his passion and he loved being on one nothing could compare to the early days when he first started riding. He had felt so free and so happy he could have spent days just sitting on the bike doing nothing. The girl clearly liked the bike, and he sure as hell wasn't going to stop that. He loved showing it off and the new parts would make it even nicer. Pulling into a slower lane he settled down into a more cruising speed. He needed to think, this girl who had just robbed him was now suddenly on the back of his bike heading back to his for news about a job. And he didn't even know here name. Life doesn't get much better, he thought. Realising how slow he was moving now he sped up, again weaving in and out of cars more for the girls enjoyment than actual speed. Eventually he came back to his flat, pulled the bike up inside his garage and switched off the engine. He stepped off.

[i]" She is a beautiful bike, hope the vibrations didn't ruin your pants."[/i]

Jack winked at the girl.

[i]"Go upstairs to my flat, make yourself at home and put all 600 on the table. I'll be up in a minute after I have finished locking up down here. Oh and..."[/i]

He threw the girl his keys.

[i]"...use these this time. Miss?"[/i]