Rory shrugged in a 'your loss' kind of way before sticking his key in the ignition of his car. "I'm still sticky as hell, so I say we stop by my place. So I can change, maybe ride around a bit on my baby - unless you're afraid of riding a motorcycle, that is." He took a drag from his cigarette then started backing out of the parking place he was in. "And then I can roll a couple joints and we can find somewhere serene to take it all in. How 'bout it, love?"
He whipped his car around quickly, pointing it towards the exit of the parking lot then he put his foot on the brake on looked to Lisa for her answer.