“Sure,” Christopher said quietly, after a moment starting up his black, plain bike. He didn’t intend to eat anything, but he liked to hang out with everyone since they were the only friends he had—good friends at that. Christopher brushed the thoughts away, slipping on his only slightly duck taped black helmet over his head and speeding out into the road in the direction of Bertie’s.
Riverpaw nodded as she stood, dusting off her pants. "I-I uh, have to ride with someone.." She said quietly.
"Want to come with me? You can use my helmet." Amaris offered
"Thank you." Riverpaw smiled. She climbed onto Amaris' bike and settled nervously. She still wasn't used to riding on her friends' rather dangerous vehicles, but it's not like she could run everywhere when she hung out with them.
Amaris smiled and revved the engine a little. "Hold on, this is gonna be fast." She laughed, taking off.
Adella stopped the cycle when she got a text on her phone, it vibrating in her pocket. She needed to pick up another shift for someone at the dinner. "Alright, I'll text Adyn to go over and make food for them."
Colden got onto his bike and followed them out. Then followed them to the restaurant. He was quiet as they drove.
Riverpaw let out a quiet yelp and held on tight. She knew better than to ride with Amaris, who was the resident speed demon, but oh well.
Christopher got to Bertie’s and pulled into a parking spot and taking his helmet off as he waited for the others. He pulled out his beat up samsung 2, being careful not to cut his fingers on the broken screen. The phone hardly worked anymore -it was the phone his dad gave him when he was a kid- but it still could make calls and take photos. He looked at his phone to search for that old flyer, and sinking feeling in his stomach when he found it. Part of him wished he just wouldn’t have been able to find it and that way he wouldn’t even have the option to take a job like that.
Colden arrived and got off his bike and walked up behind Christopher then rested bus arms on his shoulders. "You alright?" He asked softly.
Christopher quickly shut off his phone when Colden came up behind him, turning red and praying the guy didn’t see the picture of the flyer. “I-I’m f-fine,” He stuttered, though it was clear he was lying.
"Are you?" Colden asked and smiled a bit. "So what's up? I heard you need a job, I could try finding a place for you," he offered.
“H-How did you know I need a job?” Christopher asked, biting his lip. He felt ashamed, and useless. Most people could keep a job for at least a couple months, but Christopher always had a hard time.
"Assumed, over heard, guessed. But also you just confirmed it by asking how I knew," Colden replied then stepped away and stood in front of him so he could actually look at him.
Christopher bit his lip, staring at the ground, “It’s not that big of a deal, really…” He mumbled, shoving away the fact that if he didn’t get a job soon he’d be kicked out of his apartment. “I-I’m gonna find another one, s-soon.”
Colden nodded and saw how the mannerisms of Christopher didn't really match what he was saying. "I could still help you out a bit," Colden offered with a slight smile.
“How?” Christopher asked softly, glancing up from the ground to Colden but he couldn’t hold eye contact for much longer than that.
"Well I know places that are hiring… Unless you already have a place to work at in mind." Colden said then pulled out his phone and looked through some contacts.
“N-No,” Christopher lied, willing to work anywhere other than there. “I-I just need a job soon,” He told him quietly. Christopher couldn’t afford to wait a couple weeks to hear a response from an employer—he would be kicked out of his apartment by then, probably.
Colden nodded then pulled out a piece of paper and started writing phone numbers down on it and jobs/places they were for and to. "Here," he said as he gave him the paper.
Christopher took the paper gratefully, slipping it into his pocket. He double and triple checked that it wouldn’t fall out. “Thank you, Colden,” He said quietly, his whole face showing his gratefulness.
Colden nodded then put an arm around his shoulders. "Any time, now let's start heading inside."
“Okay,” Christopher said softly, a little nervous. He wasn’t used to getting touched very often.
Colden nodded then walked in with him.
Name: August (Auggie) Garcia
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Tbh he doesn't know, but let's just say he as straight as a rainbow.
Looks: Jaw length super dark brown curly hair with natural highlights. He's about 5'8" but a smol bean besides that and not very muscular. His eyes are darkish blue. His skin is a little lighter than a regular cardboard box color. He has both his ears pierced with small diamond earrings and one helix piercing with a hoop earring, but no scars or tattoos… yet.
Outfit: A black blazer and a gray teeshirt underneath. Medium wash semi-skinny jeans with dark purple and black Vans high-tops.
Personality: ??? He is from a rich family so he has the habit of being able to get/do whatever he wants, but he doesn't have much of his parent's money anymore since he left them in the middle of a bad argument. But besides that, I don't really have much for him.
Other:
How they got into the biker gang: He left in an argument, as I said and he took his brand new bike, that he bought 2 weeks previously in an attempt to feel more free since his parents insisted that he stayed with them, away, far away from his home. He ended up in a small town with an empty gas tank. Having to walk his motorbike to the nearest station, which was about a 2-mile walk, he saw a group of bikers and followed them once they left. He stayed a bit away from them for a while, just to see what kind of people they were. He's a new biker and will be a new member of the gang.
(So sorry it took this long to post this!)