who buffy & logan what proper meeting/motorcycle lessons! where dirt lot when late january? shortly after buffy started posting on the network! warnings nah! very PG!
Logan picked out a bike he didn’t mind if it got wrecked. It wasn’t like he couldn’t repair it. He was looking forward to this. Felt like something normal. And Buffy reminded him of Kitty a little bit in a few ways, at least at first glance. He rode the bike to where he’d told Buffy to meet him. A wide open dirt lot. He figured it would be a soft landing when she fell.
And that was a big when, not an if. He rolled his shoulders as he hopped off the bike, and looked around for his eager student.
Having inherited her mother’s jeep, Buffy had inevitably buckled down to get a license. It had taken her several tries to pass the written, and the driving one had been a nightmare. Eventually, she’d made it through, and just in time to have been transferred into the OC. Driving was a lifesaver, but she avoided it as much as she could.
Buffy was still nervous about attempting to translate those sorely lacking skills onto the bike, but she felt like she could trust Logan, oddly, and so she’d already forgotten the promise made to Caroline not to meet people she didn’t know without her around. Dawn knew where Buffy was going, that was good enough.
Driving up to the lot, she parked soon after spying him and hopped out of the car. She’d worn jeans and a tank top, outfits she wouldn’t miss in the event she got hurt. Making her way to Logan, she tucked one hand into the back pocket of her jeans and waved the other at him in an almost timid fashion, but still friendly.
“Heya! Nice to meetcha in person, lumberjack,” she quipped, lowering her hand to offer him a shake.
And here he was, not even wearing flannel. Leather jacket, white tank underneath it, and faded jeans.
If one looked, they’d find that Buffy held the record as the second worst driver in California, behind only a woman named Shepard, but Logan wasn’t looking (though even a man with a healing factor would fear being in a car with Shepard). He nodded at Buffy and took it, shaking firmly. There was an odd weight to his hand, like it was heavier than it should be. “Nice to meet you too, darlin’. Like the jeep.”
After learning he had that occupation? Buffy wasn’t likely to let the job title go, at least not easily. That he took her in stride already had her feeling at ease with Logan. She looked momentarily surprised by his handshake, something about it different than what she’d originally expected, but didn’t dwell on it. One of her best friends was a vampire, so very little would surprise her out of the denizens of the OC anytime soon.
Or so she liked to think.
Glancing over at the jeep, in question, she laughed. “Ah, thanks. I’m surprised it’s remotely driveable, honestly, but hey! Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right?” Was that a Trojan horse reference? She really wanted to ask, but decided better against it.
“So, on a scale of get the hell out of here, how ready are you for a migraine?” She asked, mouth all a grin. Buffy’s confidence was about as unusual as her sense of humor and ability to butcher the English language.
“Long as it still moves a car is nice to have. An’ I packed some earplugs.” He’d still be able to hear with them in, it would just make sure his super hearing doesn’t kill him.
Logan nodded towards the bike. “She’s ready to take a dinging, if that’s what you mean. We’ll start with some throttle work an’ guidance so you get a feel for it. It’s like a regular bike jus’ a lot heavier so you need to adjust your balance for that.”
Curiosity drove her to the bike halfway through his explanation. “Like a regular bike, huh?” She repeated, reaching out tentatively just to touch the handles. “Short on pedalage though,” she noted, ever so pleased with her sense of humor. Underneath all the sarcasm and attempts to keep any situation lighthearted stood a woman keen on learning brand new tricks.
“So, same rules apply?” She asked, glancing over to him. “Y’know, learning the hard way? Fall off, get back up? Am I gonna fall off of it?” Oh god. That would be humiliating.
She wouldn’t let it stop her either.
“Still relies on balance. You don’t got balance, you’ll tip right over,” Logan said, watching her as she inspected the motorcycle. “If you got balance, you’ll still probably fall over. Everyone does. Even I did sometimes. Though the only times I’ve fallen off lately have been if someone knocked me over.”
Which apparently has happened more than once.
“But yeah, fall off, get back on. You ever been on a bike before? When someone else is drivin’?”
Still listening to him, Buffy’s eyes remained on the bike as she circled around it. She hadn’t been a terribly adventurous girl, especially not after moving to Summerland after her parents divorced. She tried to be a better daughter to help her mother handle the separation. Summerland had been a fresh start for all of them.
Now that she was meeting Logan, she felt really bad for hanging on to negative biker stereotypes for so long. Live and learn.
“Nope,” she shook her head, finally looking over at him. “You’re looking at your token mostly not full of fail ‘ideal’ daughter,” air quotes thoroughly utilized. Breaking into a grin, she patted the empty seat. “Can you drive it first so I can see what it’s like?”
Logan folded his arms and gave her a grin in return. "Yeah, sure thing." He handed her a helmet, and pulled his own on. The only reason he really bothered with one was because he didn't want to deal with being pulled over. His noggin was literally harder than the helmet. Then he got on the bike. "Hop on."