The Causeway to Baltimore, Thursday Afternoon

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Kathy had been doing some thinking recently, going over the activities that helped her cut through the noise in her brain. All of the ones she'd found so far involved the participation of other people and she needed to find something she could do by herself so she didn't have to keep bothering folks. And that had gotten her to thinking about the almost-reverie she'd slipped into on Dante's motorcycle. That was something she could potentially do for herself...except she'd need a bike of her own.

Or Dante could share his, but ahahahahano.

It wouldn't hurt to start looking for something like that, though, would it? Even if she didn't buy something right away, having an idea in her mind wouldn't hurt. She made her way towards the Causeway and sent a text at the same time. If she were going shopping, she should consult an expert, right?

Hey. U busy?

[For the motorcycle guru and SP]

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nah Dante texted, eyeing the large bag of junk food sitting next to him on the bed. y

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I'm going shopping today, Kathy said. U should come w me.

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shoppin 4 wat

Because if this was gonna be some girly shopping trip...

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Tea sets. Kathy sent. Antiques.

Wine glasses & pottery.

Why did people like you, Kathy? You were such a troll. But a troll with a really weird sense of humor.

And possibly a bike.

[rebelseekspizza]

wat like a bicycle boring

... that's why you didn't lead with trolling, Kathy.

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No more like moped. Kathy you weren't helping. maybe a vespa if i'm feeling frisky.

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ugh pass

Dante slid his phone back into his pocket.

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C'mon, glowstick, Kathy sent, unaware of the great pocketing. Like i'm gonna settle for anything that doesn't go faster than me. I want a REAL bike. I want your help picking out a good motorcycle.

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She was going to have to become aware of the Great Pocketing, since Dante ignored her message for several minutes as he went back to his very important job of... looking up shit on Netflix.

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Kathy sighed when she didn't get a return message after a few minutes--no one who ignored as many letters as Dante did needed more than two minutes to return a text--and called him. Like a barbarian.

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Dante rolled his eyes, like half a minute into some documentary about booze, but he answered. "Yep?"

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"Are you really not going to come pick out a motorcycle with me?" Kathy asked, confused. "I mean, I can probably get Eliot to come along instead--" her brain whispered father-daughter bonding time and she ducked her head and grinned "--but I really thought you'd wanna come along."

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"Wait, motorcycle?" Dante said, frowning. "You were talking some shit about vespas."

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"I was fucking around," Kathy said, rolling her eyes. "What the hell would I even do with a Vespa, Dante? I could outrun one of those without breaking a sweat."

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Dante rolled his eyes at the phone. "Fuck if I know," he said. "You're weird sometimes. But you wanna go picking out a real bike?"

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Kathy snickered. "Dante, if I ever text you asking to go antiquing, either I'm just fucking around or I'm in serious trouble and being absurd is the only way I can signal for help."

Because if he believed her about the Vespa, who knew what else he thought was legit.

"But yeah, I'm thinking about getting a real bike. The ride we had helped, I think. I'd like to get that feeling again."

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"All right."

A long pause.

"Stealing or buying?"

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"Buying," Kathy said automatically. You could take the girl out of the rainbows... "Why, do you know of a chop shop or something? Or were you thinking of just cruising around till you spotted one you think would work?"

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"It'd be cheaper," Dante said, audibly shrugging.

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"I'm not stealing a motorcycle from an innocent person whose only crime was having a decent bike," Kathy declared.

That was not a hard no on bike stealing, however.

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"So find someone who has a bike whose crime is something way worse than that, this isn't rocket science," Dante retorted. "Unless you got a lot of cash on hand."

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"I have a decent stash in my bank account," Kathy said, "and was thinking of buying used anyway. But if we hit up someone who has it coming, I'm not going to cry."

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"How about we just head into Baltimore and see what happens?" Dante suggested.

He got up, searching around for his pants. "Be there when I get my pants on."

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"Sounds good," Kathy said. "Meet you at the Causeway. Can we take your bike?"

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"Sure," Dante said, mouth quirking. "It's that or a cab. Bike's cooler."

Then he was out the door, heading for the parking lot.