The Luckiest Girl In The World

"Can't I do both?" Dante said, stepping off the motorcycle. (Sorry, Kathy, but this wasn't your kind of turf.) "What I'm getting from this is that you are showing off." He looked at the other riders again. "I got the impression we had an actual race going here. Now, eh, I'm not so sure."

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No need to apologize, Dante, Kathy would only agree with that assessment of the situation. She was going to remain seated on the bike and attempt to look sexy and unconcerned with all this posturing. It was posturing, right?

That or Dante was about to pick a fight with the one guy that could lead them to a Mikhaltsos safe house, in which case she and Dante would have words about what the phrase 'be cool' meant.

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"And I'm starting to get the impression that you're a bigger bitch than your girl here," Oleksiy said, leering at Kathy. "Is she here going to ride while you whine about how much fucking noise we're making?"

He winked at Kathy. "You wanna ride something with real power, baby?"

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"You wanna ride my fist, you fucking asshole?" Dante said. Merrily. "You got big balls, sitting around over there hitting on other people's girls like that. Can you even race?"

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"Big balls to go with my big dick, souka," Oleksiy sneered. "Yeah I fuckin' race. I put this whole bitch together, didn't I? What, you think I did it so I could get talked to by shits like fuckin' you?"

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"I don't believe you," Dante said. He nodded towards his bike. "Can you prove it, or what? 'Cause it's sounding like hot air on this end."

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"That's what everybody's here for," Oleksiy said. "I don't fuckin' need to race you. I got aaaaaallll these people here who would fuckin' jump you in a minute if I so much as snapped my fingers."

He gestured to the crowd of people. They were still noisy, still drinking, but watching what went down very closely, yes.

"I'm a Boevik in the Mikhaltsos, I don't gotta prove nothin' to a no one like you," he said, putting his thumb between his first two fingers and gesturing at Dante with it. "But I'll tell you what. You wanna race? I'll race you. For your bike and your girl."

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Kathy couldn't help but snap her head up, looking at Dante with big eyes. Was he seriously going to agree to that?!

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"Sure," Dante drawled, like he wasn't impressed. 'Cause he wasn't. "But if I win, you let me into this fucking party of yours."

Hey, this was the closest to a win-win he could pull out of this for you, Kathy. Either way, you were getting in.

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Yes, but one of those ways would lead to Kathy actually having to murder someone. Possibly two people, if she could figure out how to kill Dante as well.

"Babe?" she asked, sounding uncertain. "You sure about this?"

BECAUSE KATHY WASN'T.

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"Uh-oh," Oleksiy said. "Looks like your girl doesn't think I can win."

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"She gets a little squeamish sometimes," Dante said. He wandered back towards his bike. "I got this. You go hang with the rest of them."

Was he taking this opportunity to smack her on the ass?

... well, they'd met, right?

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Kathy squealed. If he asked later, she'd say she did it to sell the persona. Yup. Just for that reason alone.

"Kick his ass, baby," she said, strutting over to the crowd like he'd directed. Remember this moment, Dante. She would never be this obedient again. "You know how it gets me going when you do."

Her plan should have been to firebomb this plaza from orbit. That would have been a much better plan. Next time, that would absolutely be her plan.

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"Aww, ain't that cute," Oleksiy said, immediately dismissing Kathy as soon as she was out of his immediate vicinity. She was hot, but unimportant in the grand scheme of things. "Tell you what. You beat me, you not only get to come to the party, but you'll get the VIP treatment. Drugs, booze, girls. Whatever you want. You'll be like a Mikhaltsos for the evening. And, who knows? Maybe there'll be an interesting business opportunity in it for you, too."

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Dante slid his leg over the bike and settled onto it like he'd been doing this every day of his fucking life-- same went for the smirk he threw after Kathy, before fixing it on whatshisface with a decidedly heavier amount of malevolence.

"Works for me," he said easily.

... He might even take advantage of it, if he could without letting Kathy know. Eh. Deal with that later.

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Oleksiy gestured to have his bike (http://cdn.trendhunterstatic.com/thumbs/honda-1300-slammer.jpeg) brought over to him, accompanied by a hulking, tattoo'd brute of a guy and a beautiful, leggy blonde wearing little more than some decorative strips of fabric and a smile. Her smile was directed at Oleksiy, but her eyes roamed over Dante with interest.

From her spot in the crowd, Kathy was dodging handsy spectators and grinding her teeth.

"Half mile, from here to the gas station and back," Oleksiy declared. "It's a regular road so it's up to you to dodge car, hookers, whatever. If you crash, no one but your girl will give a fuck."

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"You think this entire lot's gonna start crying if you bite it?" Dante said, with a smile that showed entirely too much teeth.

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"You better hope I don't," Oleksiy said with a smile of his own. It wasn't nearly as demonic as Dante's, though he gave it his best shot. "Petruso here knows how good I am at riding and might jump to some nasty conclusions about how I ended up crashing. Fuck the rest of what these assholes do, souka. He's the only one you need to worry about."

Oleksiy hopped on his bike and revved the engine, then pulled the blonde in for a wet kiss, free hand traveling over her in a very 'look what I have, this is mine' kind of show. "You ready for this? Say goodbye to your girl now. You might not have a chance to talk to her by the time you putter in."

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Dante glanced in... the general direction Kathy had disappeared in. Eh.

"Some of us aren't that worried," he said brightly.

He kicked the gas pedal of his bike in gently. Just to make a little noise. He hadn't taken the brakes off yet, after all.

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"Kaya, do the honors," Oleksiy ordered as he moved his bike into position and imperiously gestured for Dante to do the same.

"It's Kelly," the blonde sulked, but walked in front of the motorcycles, pulling a pair of red scarves out of...somewhere. It was hard to tell where in her skimpy outfit she could have hidden then.

"Ready!" she called in a voice loud enough to be heard over the ambient noise of the crowd. "Get set...GO MOTHERFUCKERS, GOOOO!"

Oleksiy barely waited for the first go, tearing off into the street.

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Fine with Dante. He was counting on his reflexes to be his ace in the hole, though the ridiculously fast bike he was sitting on wasn't gonna hurt. He hit the throttle as soon as dumbass over there did, and as a result, wasn't more than a centimeter behind within the first few seconds.

Fuck him. Seriously.

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Yeah, Oleksiy's thoughts about Dante weren't any more flattering. He'd expected more of a head start that that. He jerked hard to the right, trying to force Dante off his ass and into a parked car.

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No dodging that one, sure. But Dante had strength and reflexes on his side-- so he could yank the bike up, skip over the front of the car and land right back on the road.

A couple of inches ahead of Olek-whatever. He smirked at the guy.

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And Dante gained a few more as Oleksiy eased off the throttle to gape at that maneuver. "The fuck are you?" he shouted. "Some kind of fucking trick rider?!"

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