Re: Charlie, Shae and OPEN
"Not anymo'," he said, a touch of wistfulness in his voice. It had been years since he'd had to sell his bike- well before he'd gotten the Firebird- but he'd been pretty attached to the machine. "Used ta have a '95 Hahley Softail, but...hadda pay da bills. Still gotta picture in mah wallet." The last bit was tongue-in-cheek...mostly.
"Yeah, you right," he said, reaching out to touch the slick surface of the helmet as he searched his mind for the possible identity of his new companion. If he recalled correctly, there were one or two residents that had responded who might fit the profile. "'Da ride was always mah favorite paht...still is." He returned her mischievous grin, though his most definitely WAS intentional. "But sometimes da speed helps."
"You mus' be...701?" What the hell, he'd hazard a guess. "Charlie Fairica, is dat right?" Thank you, internet.