Rowan hung up and headed to see if Killer wanted to go - he didn't, his shows were on, and he got pissy when interrupted - and quickly put her hair up and ran out to hop on her bike. Her stitches wouldn't be happy with her for this little game, but... that had never stopped her before. After all, Rowan never shied away from making her injuries worse. She embraced it.
The few blocks to the football field wasn't a long ride, and she slowed to a stop near the bleachers. Sure enough, it was Oz. Looking like he didn't have a care in the world. "Sup, lazy."