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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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.