Just about everyone who sells clothes has a leather jacket, but if you're after something that will actually do it's job while you ride, you wanna go to Wilson's. Or another place that specializes in riding gear. That's where this one is from, albeit from like six years ago. That's the great thing about leather, though. You take care of it and it'll last a lifetime. Hell, that jackets survived two wipeouts and my best friend.
[His smirk was audible and he shook his head as he reached up to flick his face shield down. He took a moment to make sure his passenger had a good grip, then he was turning over the engine and basking in the throaty growl the machine gave in the confines of the parking garage. For a split second he considered whipping out of the parking spot, but Edward had only ridden with him a couple of times and he rather liked the feeling of the smaller man against his back.
He kept it smooth and controlled, rolling easily through the garage until he was finally able to pull out onto the street.]
So, why does he hate you? Greene, I mean. He's obviously targeting you and I'm guessing it didn't actually start when you started showing up to work functions with a guy.
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[His smirk was audible and he shook his head as he reached up to flick his face shield down. He took a moment to make sure his passenger had a good grip, then he was turning over the engine and basking in the throaty growl the machine gave in the confines of the parking garage. For a split second he considered whipping out of the parking spot, but Edward had only ridden with him a couple of times and he rather liked the feeling of the smaller man against his back.
He kept it smooth and controlled, rolling easily through the garage until he was finally able to pull out onto the street.]
So, why does he hate you? Greene, I mean. He's obviously targeting you and I'm guessing it didn't actually start when you started showing up to work functions with a guy.