Room 508 to Baltimore, Friday Night

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Kathy studied herself in the mirror, frowning slightly. She had done a lot of stuff as Banzai, but trying to infiltrate the mafia in disguise was a whole new level of scary. If she messed up, the Ukrainians would know a lot more about her than she really wanted them too--like what she looked like, as just one exciting example. But this was an opportunity she couldn't pass up; they were recruiting locals under the guise of a motorcycle drag race, with the top performers invited to a very exclusive party--so exclusive that no matter how hard she tried, Kathy couldn't get the location. Over the past year, she'd managed to create a decent circle of street-level informants and yet no one could tell her anything besides what was 'public' knowledge: an illegal drag race, with plenty of money to be made from betting, and an excellent afterparty for the winners. That was it.

It was all very frustrating as hell.

Even the race itself was frustrating. If it had at least been a drag race with cars, Kathy might have been able to put her Driver's Ed experience into play...somehow. She was still lacking a car, but she would have at least known how to race. Ish. Maybe. But this was a motorcycle race, and Kathy had one hour of experience driving one of those from several years ago. That would get her exactly nowhere. If she had more time, she might even have been able to appeal to Parker or Eliot for help, but she'd just gotten the message that everything was going down tonight.

Kathy didn't often swear, but this whole situation deserved quite a hearty "God dammit!"

Her current plan was to dress like a biker bunny, head to where the race was going to take place, and hope to insinuate herself in the group that got brought to the party. Yeah, she could foresee no problems with that, sure.



[Primarily for one, but open to the roomie beforehand if she so chooses. Everything that happens after they leave the island is NFB for distance.]

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Kathy let out a whoop of joy when she saw the red bike peeling into the parking lot several lengths ahead of Oleksiy's black one. Barely waiting for Dante to come to a stop, she flung herself towards him, remembering to stay within 'human normal' speeds only at the last possibly minute.

Look, if you were on the line as a possible plaything for 'that sicko Oleksiy,' you'd be excited, too.

"I knew you'd win!" she called, launching herself forward intending to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him soundly. Had he come in second, she still would have wrapped her arms around his neck, but in a much more violent fashion.

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But now they could easily avoid that 'why are you choking him and why isn't he dying of you choking him' conversation they'd have to have with the crowd!

Not that Dante was thinking about that right now. 'Cause he'd won, and hey there, Kathy, it'd be a shame if he ruined this opportunity to kiss you back roughly in front of a whole group of assholes, right? Right.

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Yes, the possibility of having that conversation would indeed have been the most tragic of all the outcomes of Dante coming in second. Thank god that potential crisis was averted!

Though, like Dante, if there was any thinking going on with Kathy, it was revolving around how well Dante had risen to the occasion of kissing her roughly in front of said group of assholes. Her hands worked their way into his hair, keeping up a steady pull as she fisted the longer hair up top. She couldn't bounce up onto the motorcycle and press against him like she wanted to, so she had to make due with straddling the leg that was on her side of the bike and yearning against that instead.

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Dante cupped the back of her neck, encouraging her to keep that up. They'd still have to settle the party in a second, but fuck it, she was really going for it tonight and he was going to enjoy it as long as he could.

He bit at her lip, then slid his tongue back into her mouth, his hand firmly gripping her leg just beneath the hemline again.

Just as a little reminder.

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Verisimilitude! And, you know, a deep and abiding relief that she was able to kiss Dante instead of having to kill him.

She moaned at the bite, a noise too soft and needy to be anything but genuine and tightened her grip on his hair. If she were just a little more like her current persona, she'd be dragging him off to one of the abandoned storefronts to show him exactly how grateful she was for this whole evening. As it was, she settled for kissing him as hard and hungrily as she could, a kind of tiny preview of what it would be like whenever they did finally get around to enjoying Dante's second-favorite form of distraction.

But then was not now, and she finally pulled away just as Oleksiy sneered behind them, "Looks like that bike's not the only thing getting ridden tonight."

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Dante turned his head and smirked at Oleksiy with every demonic bone in his body. "Nope," he said, "Gonna be a night well-spent, don't you think?"

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Oleksiy shrugged, looking Kathy over with a jaded eye. "I like my girls to have a lot more up front," he said, jerking his thumb back towards Kelly and her very impressive chest. "But, hey, I guess tiny girls need love, too." His smile didn't do anything to hide the nasty glint in his eyes. "They're probably real grateful for the attention."

Someone was still real sore about losing.

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Kathy bit back a gasp, hands tightening into fists before she could remind herself that she wasn't Banzai, couldn't give this douchebag a lesson in respect that he so clearly deserved.

"Baby, you sure we wanna go to this party?" she asked, looking up at Dante and pretending to ignore Oleksiy entirely. "We could go home and I can show you exactly what watching you win bike races does for me."

She didn't mean a word of it, of course. She just wanted to remind Oleksiy of the terms of the bet. And that he'd fucking lost. Asshole.

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"Aw, babe," Dante said, stepping off the bike so he could slip his arm around her shoulders. "Party'll be great. This guy here just hasn't figured out yet it's not size that matters, but what you do with it."

He glanced down at Oleksiy's pants. "Probably hasn't managed the size thing yet, either. But hey, night's young, maybe with a few drinks in me, I'll share some tips."

He clacked his tongue and threw Oleksiy a wink.

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"Well, he could use a lesson or two in finesse," Kathy agreed. "Brute force pounding your...bike...might get you across the finish line eventually, but it's still a rather disappointing performance for everybody else." And in case he wasn't bright enough to get the metaphor, the hand she'd slid into the waistband of Dante's pants would hopefully clear that right up.

...Dante went commando. Okaaaay then. Kathy hadn't been expecting that.

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"Petruso, lead them to the party," Oleksiy ordered through gritted teeth. "I've got the rest of this race to get started."

"I'll do it," Kelly said quickly, sneaking another long look at Dante. "You should keep Petruso here, just in case you need him for something. I can make sure these two get to the party all right."

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Dante flashed her a bright smile with only a little hint of smirk. Which was about as good as he was going to be able to give with Kathy's hand near his private parts. "Thanks," he said. "I'm sure-- what's your name?-- will get us there safe."

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Yeahno, Kathy was pulling her hand free as quickly as she could without drawing attention to the motion. That would teach her not to unexpected stick her hands down a guy's pants without first ascertaining their stance on underwear now wouldn't it?

"Do you have a bike?" Kathy asked. "Otherwise I'm not sure how we'll all--"

"I'm Kelly," Kelly replied, giving Dante a flirtatious smile. "Don't worry. I'm sure he can handle the both of us on his bike just fine. Can't you?"

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"You're very perceptive, Kelly," Dante said.

He shot Kathy the tiniest little bit of 'what even' eye before he slipped back onto his bike. "You'll just both have to hold on real tight."

Hey, look. He was getting laid tonight.

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SHE HAD THOUGHT THERE WOULD BE ANOTHER LAYER THERE, OKAY! It was supposed to have been a move that looked suggestive, but had kept the dignity of both parties intact! MOST PEOPLE WORE UNDERWEAR, DANTE!

Kathy just gave them both a tight-lipped smile. "Yeah, that sounds just swell," she agreed. "Getting there early means that we have a chance to get settled in before everything goes all crazy. Maybe you can give--" Dante "--us a tour of the place before everyone else arrives?"

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"Sounds perfect."

Dante leaned forward on the bike.... then patted the chunk of seat behind him. "C'mon."

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Kathy hopped up behind him, wrapping her arms around Dante's waist.

"You know what?" Kelly asked. "It'll probably be easier if I sit in front of you. This way you don't have to worry about the back being off-balance with the two of us."

"I'm really good at keeping my balance," Kathy offered.

"Oh, but it's harder for me," Kelly said, all sweetness. She waved at her chest. "I don't have that spare, athletic build you do to help. These are so inconvenient sometimes, you know? Oh, well, I mean, I guess you don't."

"Heh, guess not," Kathy said, keeping her teeth from grinding audibly by sheer force of will. "Move back, baby, so Kelly can get comfortable. It would be such a shame if she fell off the bike before we got where we were going."

Yup. Major tragedy. So sad.

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Aw, Kathy, what even was that? You never seen a bike bunny be completely unsubtle before?

Dante shot her brief, questioning glance, but then he scooted back obligingly. "Hey, all sizes are cool," he said.

And then he turned the motor on, because he wasn't sure he wanted to be stuck in the literal middle of a catfight if it wasn't going to be dirty.

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Yeah, weirdly enough, Kathy hadn't spent a lot of time chatting with bike bunnies in the first place. Nor had she ever gotten into a fight with another girl over a guy before. Wait--was this a guy thing? Or was Kelly doing some kind of 'I'm the alpha-bitch' status play? Kathy wasn't even sure anymore! She just wanted to get to the safe house and get her real evening started.

And your questioning looks weren't helping, Dante. And she'd like to point out that Kelly had started it.

Kelly, in contrast, had no such internal dilemmas. She nimbly hopped up in front of Dante, settling in as close as possible--which coincidentally involved grinding against his junk as she made herself comfortable. "Ready!" she called. "I'll give you directions as we go."

As far as Kelly was concerned, this party was going to be great.

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As far as Dante could tell, she was right, too. He was almost done fulfilling his promise to Kathy, and then he was home free for the rest of the night.

He smirked a little, put his chin down on Kelly's shoulder, and hit the throttle.