Coffee and a jackrabbit on a Harley Who: Connie and Eliza Where: Along the street What: Late night coffee run When: About 1am
Eliza didn't like to go out at night like this; late, alone and on foot. It was scary, and unnecessarily dangerous. But she was beginning to crash, and she absolutely needed to finish that project she was working on. Hence, the coffee run. It wasn't uncommon for her to need coffee at night; what was uncommon was that neither she nor her sister had bought coffee to make at home, and therefore she had to go out and get it.
Which was why she was walking as fast as she could without spilling everything. Because even Starbucks coffee with a lid on the cup could spill if you walked fast enough. She was glad she had brought a jacket; at least now the only cold place in her body was a bit of her calves and her ankles, from where the leggings finished to where the sneakers began. It wasn't very pleasant.
Connie was coasting along on his bike, in the middle of the night, but that wasn't at all unusual for him. He'd gotten a few more hours of sleep between getting off work and sunset, his chat with Colin had gone better than anticipated though not as well as he'd hoped, his chat afterwards with Rebecca and the subsequent phone calls and letters sent out seemed promising. So he was very awake, fairly cheerful, and alert enough to notice the nervous-seeming girl with her coffee.
Naturally, he slowed down when he reached her, the bike rumbling lightly. "Hey. Need a lift?" he asked, his tail curling up against his back and face friendly.
There was no way for this not to be weird. First of all, because of the obvious danger of someone approaching you out of nowhere in the middle of the night (or morning, Eliza supposed), and second because... Well she didn't have a second. But it was still pretty weird. Eliza got even more nervous when she realized she didn't even have any kind of weapon like mace to defend herself. Then again, did dangerous guys offer lifts on bikes?
"This isn't some sort of kidnapping scheme is it? Because if it is I have to tell you, bikes don't really work. Cars with locks and all that stuff are much better." She continued walking, holding her coffee close to her chest.
"I totally don't kidnap people unless they want to be kidnapped," Connie promised. "And that doesn't generally turn into anything but a date or a surprise party or something, anyway. You just look nervous, so I figured getting you wherever you're going, faster, might make you less nervous. Unless you don't like motorcycles, in which case, I guess that won't help you much, huh?" His tail uncoiled and gave a little flick in her direction. "I'm Connie, if that helps. James Constantine Nim. There, you have identification, so even if I did kidnap you, you could tell the authorities who did it."
"If they want to be kidnapped you won't be kidnapping them, you'll just be taking them somewhere with you." Eliza pointed out, smiling slightly. Of course his options for where to go after the kidnapping sounded kind of sweet, but that still didn't mean he wasn't some weirdo. Cute, but a weirdo, maybe. Or maybe it was just Emma Jane's overcautious personality rubbing off on her. Motorcycles, she was cool with, so she shrugged. It wasn't about that. "I am nervous because it's one in the morning and I'm alone, pretty defenseless apart from steaming coffee, and walking." These were dangerous times.
"...Not if you kill me first." She pointed out yet again, almost under her breath. Looking up at him, Eliza blinked before speaking. "Do you offer rides to strange people a lot, James Constantine?"
He still heard her; he had some pretty good hearing, actually. "Oh, yeah, I do. All the time. I offered to take a very pretty lady home just the other morning-- a little later than this-- and we wound up getting along pretty well, actually. And there was this hulking guy last night, oh my god he was huge, he had to be six and a half feet tall. My poor bike still hasn't quite recovered from that." He patted the passenger seat like he was reassuring it. "A little slip of a thing like you wouldn't be a problem at all, though."
Eliza couldn't help smiling progressively more as Connie went on. "Poor bike. You, however, seem like you recovered just fine." If you asked her what she meant by that she would say nothing. Nothing at all. She meant nothing. That was her story and she was sticking to it. "A little slip of a thing? My, you really know how to charm a girl, don't you?"
She walked closer to the bike but still didn't mount. "There's the coffee spillage problem, though." Eliza said, biting her thumb pensively as she looked at the bike.
"I can drive very carefully," Connie suggested. "Or, I suppose, I could just drive along next to you while you walk and protect you from any scary muggers or whatever out there, that way." He grinned amiably-- showing the fangs, since he never bothered to hide them. "Nobody'll bother the guy with the Harley and the tail, after all, right?" The tail flopped down against his leg, then curled up as if it were flexing a muscle.
Nodding, Eliza grinned when she saw the fangs, even though by all rights she should be a little more afraid than she was in reality. "Oooh...You're the cutest thing ever, aren't you?" She said cheerfully. All he needed were little ears and he would be like a real life chobbit. Not that Eliza knew where she knew Chobbits from, she just did. "No, I think I'll ride with you." She said, taking a sip of her coffee before approaching the bike a little more. "Or maybe I should just drink the coffee in its entirety first? If you're not pressed for time, that is." Of course they were out in the street and that wasn't exactly the greatest place to hang out while having coffee, but Eliza didn't think about it.
"I'm not at all pressed for time," Connie assured her, stopping the bike entirely and resting his feet on the ground. "I can wait if that's what you'd like to do. I'd offer you a more secure thermos to put that in for the ride," he added, patting the sidebags on his bike with his tail, but feeling nothing, "but I think I left mine at home." And it probably had blood, or the last vestiges of blood, in the bottom. Which probably would not mix well with hot chocolate. So it was probably just as well.
"Cool!" She said simply, hopping a bit as she smiled. Eliza drank some more coffee, closing her eyes as she did. It really was the best flavor in the world. "Aww, thank you. It's okay." Eliza looked around, twirling her hair with one finger. "I'd offer you some coffee but somehow I don't think it's the kind of thing you drink, is it?" She smiled, winking.
"So, what brings you out tonight, other than giving rides to total strangers?"
"I could have a sip, but swallowing probably wouldn't be the best idea, no," Connie chuckled. Well, well, well. A human girl with no fear of vampires, and yet who wasn't throwing herself at him now that she'd guessed. He liked those kinds. Not that he disliked those kinds who threw themselves at him, either; they usually meant a good meal and quite possibly a good bedding. "I'm mostly just bored, I suppose. Not much happens out here in the middle of the night, so I ride around, visit what friends might be up, that kinda thing. I oughta get myself a night job next time, or something."
Eliza chuckled along with him. He was entirely too cute to be a vampire, really. Briefly, she wondered just how old he might be. And what powers he might have. Probably the same questions he got asked endlessly by girls just like herself. Maybe that was why she wasn't asking them right now.
"I see. You could be my official coffee run ride, but I don't think I could pay you with anything other than hugs and appreciation." She joked, and took yet another sip. While it was steaming, that was how she liked her coffee.
"Aww, who wouldn't want hugs and appreciation?" Connie asked with a cheerful grin. "Those make great payments. Though if you really felt it wasn't enough, I never turn down a bite or two, either." He shrugged, still smiling. "I don't even hurt when I do, it's pretty awesome."
Exactly. Who wouldn't? But then he went and suggested biting and Eliza had to shake her head slowly and scrunch up her nose. "Now, see, we're not remotely that close yet. And you aren't dying either. So, hugs and appreciation it will have to be."
"Well, I don't bite without permission, so hugs and appreciation it is," Connie shrugged, smiling. It was a mild disappointment, but one he was used to and not one that was devastating, or anything. He had other options. "So what's your name? You've got mine, it's only fair I get yours."
Eliza smiled broadly at Connie. At least he wasn't insisting. "I am known for giving the best hugs, it might make up for it." And she had completely forgotten to tell him her name; how rude! "I'm so sorry, I completely forgot." What a thing to forget, really. "It's Eliza." She said cheerfully, and drank some more coffee.
"Eliza." Connie nodded, smiling. "Well, I hope I'll get to test out those hugs, then, once we get you back where you belong." His tail curled around his own ankle, out of the way, for the moment. "So what are you doing out this late? You're no vampire, most living folks are in bed by now."
"Of course. I love giving them." She said with a smile and nod. Eliza shrugged at his question, pointing to her coffee cup instead of answering. "I'm an addict of sorts. Needed my fix. I have a song project to finish."
"A song project?" Connie repeated curiously. "What's that? Are you a songwriter, or a mixer, or something?" Wouldn't that be interesting! He'd known some musicians in his time. "And song projects keep you up until all hours, huh?"
Eliza nodded. "Musician, songwriter, singer sometimes too." She shrugged, and then nodded again, drinking some more coffee before answering. "That's right. One of the few things that actually keep me up."
"Ooooh, that's pretty cool," Connie said appreciatively. "What're you writing, then? What genre?" He had to wonder if she was going to try out for the musical, too. Then he'd know even more people!
Eliza beamed at him. To this day whenever people found what she did cool, awesome, amazing, fantastic and anything else of the sort, it still warmed her heart. But she didn't know what to tell him, so she shrugged. "Not sure. I'll let you know when I'm finished."
It was one of those songs that would come pouring down out of nowhere from time to time and she added little bits here and there but was never defined until it was done.
"I'll try not to be the creepy vampire guy and ask you to let me in to play it for me," he laughed. "But I will expect to give you my number so you can let me know when it's finished. How's the coffee?"
Snickering, Eliza smiled sweetly at Connie. "The reason why I can't let you in just yet is my sister. She is terribly protective." Which Eliza had to love her for. "And she doesn't take kindly to her little sister bringing boys home when she's only met them for a couple of hours." Vampire, or no vampire. Though vampire probably more than anything. Then again, she was dating a ghost! "Oh, good. I'll give you mine. Maybe you'll want to call me and ask if it's done yet." She joked. Then, she smiled and nodded appreciatively as a way to say the coffee was amazing.
"I'll definitely call if you give it to me," Connie promised, grinning. "I hardly know anybody in town, and I'd love to know somebody more." He paused, then self-corrected, "More somebodies? I think both of those are wrong, but you know what I mean. And I'll steer clear of your sister, I think, I don't like getting things tossed at me just for being in a place."
"And I love meeting new people!" She said back, also with a grin. Eliza also wasn't sure what the correct term might be, but it didn't really matter much, did it? "She doesn't toss things, she tosses words" Eliza said jokingly. "No, she's a wonderful person. Just very protective because apparently I'm worth protecting." Eliza winked.
"I expect most people are worth protecting," Connie countered, smiling. "Especially to their sisters. I think I could handle words, though, if it got to be a problem. At least they don't leave marks!" Not that thrown things would leave marks for very long, but still.
On that, they could certainly agree. "Oh, like you need to worry about marks that much." Eliza smirked, had the last few sips of coffee, then hopped over to the nearest trashcan to deposit the empty cup. "All done." She said cheerfully, and expectantly, too.
Connie's answer was to uncurl his tail from his leg, rev his bike's engine, and use said tail to beckon her over.
Eliza giggled. She had to. Chobbit, Chobbit, Chobbit. "Okay, okay hang on!" She said amused. With a deep breath she mounted the bike, suddenly realizing how she was doing everything her sister worried that she might do - apparently, with good reason! But she knew his intentions weren't ill, and when Eliza wrapped her arms around Connie, careful not to get in the way of his tail - tail! he had a tail! Perhaps if her two best friends in the whole world weren't both very cute animals Eliza might have found this weird. As it was, it was just cute. "Let's ride!" She told him, amusement all over her voice, and Eliza even giggled afterwards, all to his hear.
The tail, in fact, curled around her waist and down her thigh. "If it feels you up," Connie instructed, grinning over his shoulder, "just reach down and smack it. It gets too damn fresh, sometimes." And with that, now that she was settled, he started off again-- not too fast, but not slow, either. "Which way to your place?" he called back over the wind.
Eliza giggled, raising her eyebrows at the tail. It could feel her up? Oh, dear. "It does, but you don't?" She teased, winking. When he asked her which way to go Eliza leaned forward and placed her chin on his shoulder, "Do a left at the next intersection, then go right on the second turn."
Following the instructions, Connie answered the tease innocently. "Oh not me, never me! I am unfailingly polite and proper with a lady!" He laughed, then. "At least until I get permission to be otherwise. I'm afraid I'm a terrible flirt." He called it over his shoulder with as much playful sorrow as he could manage. "The tail's just bolder, I guess."
"Mmmhmm." She said for the longest time, chin still on his shoulder because she could see the way better like that. "You don't seem like a terrible flirt, honestly." And he didn't, he didn't look it, judging by the way he'd talked to her so far.
"Some would say the tail is a manifestation of your innermost urges!" She said playfully.
"Well, okay, I'm a pretty okay flirt, how's that?" Connie grinned at her over his shoulder, taking the next turn. "And I swear the thing has a mind of its own. It's annoying, but I gotta live with it!"
"Much better." She grinned back at him, winking though he probably couldn't see. "Awww. You're going to have to tell me how you came about owning a tail but not cute little kittie ears, Connie."
She looked around and pointed ahead. "Up ahead there, do a right again."
"It's because of what I am," Connie answered, slowing a little again before turning. "My vampire family. We all get animal traits as we get older. The gal I'm staying with, she's got feathers. Me, my first trait was the tail. I've met people with claws, ears, whiskers, anything."
"We're here." Eliza said, pointing to the apartment complex. But she didn't really feel like going up home just yet. "We can sit down here, though." There were park-like benches outside for a reason.
"Wow, it sounds like you'll gradually turning into cute animals." She mused, looking up at the stars.
Parking the bike on the sidewalk, Connie let her climb off-- pulling his tail off her by hand, since it didn't want to let go-- then went to join her on one of the benches. "Not so much cute animals as completely mishmashed critters. Our last elder was rumored to have scales, feathers, claws, and a couple tails, all from different kinds of animals. Sometimes the effects are kind of hideous. But we can deal, it's not a huge thing. And we can turn into animals for real, like a were can," he added, sounding a bit smug.
Wow. Eliza had never heard of anything like that. "Oh, wow, Connie. That sounds...crazy. And kind of amazing!" She could tell he was smug about the animals part, and snickered. "My two best friends are a lion cub and a polar bear." She told him.
"What animal do you change into?" She wondered if he would change for her.
"Oh, weres? I like weres." Connie beamed, his tail flicking this way and that behind them, through the slats in the bench. "Real animals don't like us, we scare 'em, but not weres. As for me, I better stay away from your friends in animal form-- I'm just a little jackrabbit! A lion would eat me for a snack."
"Yeah they're the cool ones." She joked, smiling. And her eyes opened wide when he said jackrabbit; Eliza almost squealed at the thought. "Awwww! They're nice, though, they're conscious when they're shifted. And Lua would never eat anyone." Well. Except if that anyone deserved to be eaten, of course. But she wouldn't tell him that just yet. "I'd love to see that!"
"They'd have to know I wasn't an actual rabbit first," Connie chuckled. Or hare, he supposed; jackrabbits were actually hares, and all. "And changing to and from for me isn't as easy as for them." He settled back on the bench. "I'd totally show you, buuuuut it'd kind of require going up to your apartment, and you said that was a no-go. Same as weres, we wind up naked."
"I'd introduce you first. But they'd think you're adorable, like I do, I bet." Eliza sighed, pouting slightly at the conundrum they seemed to find themselves in. Then, she smirked, looking at Connie sideways. "It's really dark out here, and I promise I wouldn't look..."
"You," Connie said, pointing narrowly at her but still grinning, "are a minx. And if you get me in any trouble for public indecency or something, you get to pay my bail." But he did stand up and pull off his shirt, sliding his tail out from between the slats of the bench as he did so. It ruffled her hair as it passed her.
"You know, I have a piggy bank up in my room filled with money just for those occasions." She said with an amused grin. She leaned relaxingly against the bench and watched him go, still smiling playfully as he removed his shirt. And then when his tail ruffled her hair, Eliza giggled while she put her hair back into place. "Go on, find a tree, a bit of fence, anything to hide behind. Or do it right here and I'll cover my eyes until your bunny self hops up on my lap."
"It's really only the shirt that gets in the way," Connie admitted, tossing it onto the bench. He really was a skinny white boy-- sadly, though he'd been fairly well-tanned a hundred years ago, that hadn't followed very well into undeath-- and now he was a skinny white boy with mussy hair. He took off his glasses, setting them on top of the shirt, and then changed, his clothes falling when they no longer had anything to hold on to.
A skinny, mess-furred hair sat in the puddle of jeans and underwear, panting a little, ears and nose twitching.
"I see. Hurry up, then." Eliza urged him with a smile, leaning forward on the bench. The changing, she was mostly used to. She had seen Gen and Lua change countless times before, after all. But the tiny cute jackrabbit peeking through Connie's clothes she was not used to. It was the cutest thing ever. "Awwwww!" She said almost under her breath, kneeling down in front of the little rabbit. "Hi! You remain conscious in there, right?" She couldn't help speaking in a tiny, fine voice as if her normal voice would somehow upset the little rabbit's ears. Eliza stretched out one finger, rubbing it between the rabbit's ears softly. "You cutie."
He stayed himself, yes, though he also was a little more jumpy. And currently a bit exhausted. Shape-changing for vampires was a bit harder than weres-- they, after all, weren't born with the gift, and their bodies, being dead, weren't as happy with changing as they could've been. At least, that was what Connie's sire had told him. He crouched in his clothes and tried to catch his non-existent breath, but he did close his eyes and let her pet him, nuzzling up against her fingers. Petting was nice, oh, yes.
On the whole, he definitely looked more hare-like than rabbit-like. He had the upright ears and the short, soft tail, but his limbs were rangy and his face long and strong. It suited him, in a way. His fur was a similar sandy-brown to his hair, if a bit more flecked with gray, and his nose and belly were quite white. The tips of his ears and the top of his tail had a bit of black on them.
Eliza really wanted to hold him against her and pet him some more, but she didn't know how scared he'd be if she did that, so she just kept on petting him between the ears and down his torso. She, too, had noticed his ears to be too long and upright for a rabbit, but that he wasn't exactly a hare either. It was a cute mix anyway, and Eliza loved tiny furry animals (and big ones too, like lions and polar bears), so she couldn't help but smile broadly.
She noticed how he seemed to be struggling somehow, and got worried. "Sweetie you okay? If this is straining you too much, don't hurt yourself because of me, okay?" She said sweetly, still petting him. Oh, the cuteness.
The only real way to reassure her was to get over the "ow stressy" of the shift, and he was working on that. What he did outwardly, though, was hop up onto her lap and make himself stop breathing. He didn't need to, he was dead in animal form too, after all, but shifting and the jackrabbit form always made him want to. He sat up a little and twitched his whiskers against her mouth in a little bunny-kiss.
Eliza giggled as he hopped up on her lap, and smiled at him, tilting her head. "You're so cute." She told him, still running her fingers over his fur casually. And the giggling went on as he tickled her face with his whiskers; Eliza scratched her face and grinned. "So adorable I might just die of cute!"
Connie flattened his ears and made a sad-bunny face. No one was allowed to die, of cute or otherwise! Of course, he knew perfectly well she was being silly, not serious, but he could be silly right back. And, of course, cute. He was pretty good at the cute, especially in animal form. The ache of the transformation was starting to fade, so he snuggled up into her belly, one hind foot twitching a little against her thigh. Rabbits didn't make much noise, and in fact neither did hares, though he did manage a few sounds he could make.
Like "purring". He ground his back teeth together quietly, making a nice vibrating kind of sound that didn't sound much like a cat purr, but was still a kind of a happy sound.
Eliza giggled at his sad bunny-face, running her hand across his fur, smoothing it. "You're making me want to have pets. I don't know how dearest Emma Jane will feel about that. Can't get a doggy, it might bark at her boyfriend. Dogs don't like ghosts too much." She was using her 'pet voice' which was a lot softer than her usual voice. And since it was already soft, that was saying a lot. She giggled as he seemed to purr, only it clearly wasn't purring.
No complaint from the large-eared jackrabbit at quiet voices, definitely not. As if in answer to her commentary, he gave her thigh a light little thump with his hind foot and then shifted to pat it with his forepaw. He couldn't twist well enough to pat anything else to illustrate his suggestion that she get a rabbit. After all, they were cuddly and easy to care for and, as she'd said several times now, very cute. He hunkered down happily and let her pet him, then, laying his ears across his back and half-shutting his eyes.
"Hmmm...Yeah maybe a rabbit. Not a lot of work, cute as buttons. If there are any as cute as you, I'll definitely get one." Eliza smiled broadly as he seemed to enjoy her petting very much. She proceeded to pet his paws with one finger, while her other hand kept running down his fur. "You cute little thing. I wanna squish you. But I won't, don't worry."
Squish him! He twisted his head up to look at her with one eye, then flicked an ear so that the end of it bonked her on the nose-- not painfully, since there was pretty much nothing to his ears, and besides, he didn't have that much muscle control over them to hit her hard. The expression on his rabbity face was as close to a grin as he could make it.
Eliza pulled her head back a little at his bonking of her nose, snickering. "I told you I won't. I promise I won't." She tickled his ears playfully and giggled at his face, because she noticed the grin quite well. "Awwww. Can I keep you?" She asked.
Connie had long since found that he didn't do very well being "kept" in any sense of the word, so he pulled another sad-bunny face at her in a negative. Then, as much as he liked the petting, he stood up on his hind legs in her lap to whisker-kiss her nose again, then hopped off. Non-verbal communication could only get them so far, after all.
Eliza saw his face and pouted. "I didn't mean it, sweetie. I can find a jackrabbit who's also not a person, don't you worry." She snickered some more and his whisker-kiss and watched to see what he was doing. "Where are you going?"
Hopping back to his clothes ought to be enough of a clue, but Connie turned to face her once he'd landed on them and waved a paw in a vaguely "turn around, then" kind of motion.
"Oh!" With his walking to his clothes and then making the sign, Eliza covered her eyes and turned to sit on the bench with her back to Connie. "Sorry!"
Connie turned back, and quickly started getting dressed again, though his hands and knees were shaking a little. Shifting hurt, dammit, even if he loved his animal form. "Okay," he said, a little tightly, as he buttoned up his jeans, "Decent again." This time it was easier to tell that it'd hurt.
Eliza turned around with a smile, removing her hands off of her eyes. "Are you okay?" She noticed it had hurt, she felt it, even. She patted the bench area next to her, motioning for him to sit down. "Come on. You look like you need some rest." Eliza was worried, and felt kind of bad that he had done this because of her.
"Shifting forms isn't as easy for us as for weres," Connie said again, and gratefully sat down. "But I'm okay. It'll pass in a minute." After all, he was good at ignoring pain. He grinned, brushing his tail clumsily over her hair and shoulder. "I do like shifting, and like my rabbit form, it's just a pain getting in and out of."
Eliza felt the urge to comfort him, and so she did by squeezing his shoulder lightly. "Awww, I'm sorry. I know you told me it's not easy, I just never thought it hurt so much." She grinned at his tail's movements. "You're the cutest jackrabbit ever, by the way."
"Weeeeell, thank you!" He grinned more broadly. Pain was fading already. "And I'd totally be your pet, if I were any good at staying in one place," he added, winking at her to show there were definitely no hard feelings.
"Oh, it's okay. I am running this by my sister and we're totally getting a bunny, though." Eliza confessed, fighting the urge to ruffle his hair since now he was no longer a cute little critter. "And thanks for that. You're the cutest thing ever."
"All these compliments!" Connie teased. "And to think you were all wary and mistrusting when I stopped to pick you up." He had no qualms with the hair-ruffling-- his tail did the same thing to Eliza's as she was thinking of doing to him. "Don't suppose you'd be willing to share a number, would you?" he asked, cheerfully enough that if he was turned down, it didn't seem as if he'd take it personally.
Eliza shrugged. "You don't feel like a threat to me now." It was quite simple, really. She had had enough time to get a feel for his own vibes, and they weren't bad ones. She giggled at the hair ruffling, rolling her eyes. Apparently, she was the only one holding back here. "Of course I am." It was the common denominator of all her first encounters lately, after all. "I'd love to ride on that bike of yours again."
Well, if he were really not holding back, he'd probably have hugged her, or kissed her, or felt her up-- so he was holding back a little. If just because he knew how to be polite. "Awesome!" he grinned, and felt in his pockets, only to find his cell phone had fallen out of his pocket during the changing, and was now on the ground under the bench. He bent over to snatch it up. "For the lady," he said with mock-gravity, offering it to her. "And a ride is available any time, totally. Next time I'll even have a helmet for you."
Given her latest mood, Eliza kind of wished he would. Kind of. "Thanks." She smiled, as she typed up her number in his phone. "I'll call mine up so I get the number too." Eliza said, and proceeded to do so. As she heard her own cell phone ring, Eliza hung up and handed the phone back to Connie. "Here you go, and thanks. I hope you mean that."
"I always mean it when a pretty girl says she wants to go for a ride." He winked at her, then hopped up, phone going into his pocket and hand coming up gallantly to offer her a hand up. "Unless you meant the helmet part, in which case I might forget it, but I'll try to remember."
That made Eliza smile and blush faintly. She took Connie's hand and hopped up, smiling brightly at him. "I didn't mean the helmet part, no." But she wasn't expecting him to ever remember her again. His life must be so exciting, with the vampirism and the Harley and the millions of girls who must throw themselves at him...
"Then we're good!" While admittedly Connie's memory wasn't the greatest, he would probably remember her at least long enough for the ride, and then he'd have her refreshed in his brain! He teasingly kissed the back of her hand like a Victorian lordling, then let her go and headed off to his bike. "Good luck with your music!" he called over his shoulder, tail and hand both waving goodbye.
"Yes, we are. We are very very good, in fact." Eliza joked. She took a bow as he kissed the back of her hand, but she giggled all the while. Watching him walk away, Eliza waved back at him at the same time he waved at her. "Good luck with your...Um...Everything!" She had no idea what he needed luck with, specifically. But luck was a good thing to wish people.