Lightning huffed and closed the door behind her as she walked inside her home. Dropping her bag by the stairs she walked into the living room and looked around, strange. Serah was usually lounging on the couch during the weekend.

"Serah?"
Lightning made her way into the kitchen and grunted as she read the note on the fridge.

'Hey Claire I'm going out with Vanille. Hope you had a good day at work. I'll be home later tonight.'

"Could have told me Serah..."

She put the note aside and opened the fridge looking through it for a moment before grabbing an apple and a beer before closing it with her boot. She leant down and grabbed her bag before making her way up stairs and into her room. The door shut with a click and she sighed as she took a seat. She loved working for the Guardian Corps, she really did but the recruits were sometimes just painfully irritating. The group she was training today had somehow broken a short sword and another got slashed by a gorgonopsid on a routine patrol although it was only shallow.

She took a sip of her beer and relaxed in her chair. She sat her beer down beside her laptop and lifted the screen. First she had to check her mail, her face lit up as she read over the first letter in her inbox and mumbled to herself.

'Hello miss Farron. Your parts have arrived and are being held at our Pulsian Mechanixs workshop for you.'

Lightning shut the lid of her laptop and grabbed some clothes before ducking into the shower. She quickly scrubbed herself with soap and washed her hair before jumping out in a flash and hurriedly dried herself off. She pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and took one last mouthful of her beer before she set off.

Serah opened the door and walked inside with Vanille right behind her. She looked up at the stairs as Lightning ran down them two steps at a time.
"Going somewhere Claire? Or more hopefully going to someone?"

Lightning looked at her and sighed. "No. The parts I ordered just arrived. I was going to go and get them from the workshop before it closed tonight."
"Ah okay. Well umm be careful okay."

"Alright. I'll be back soon Serah and it's nice to see you again Vanille. Just make sure I don't come home to you guys eating each other's faces on the couch again."

The redhead perked up at the mention of her name with her usual cheery attitude. " It's good to see you too Light. Have fun."

The girls made their way into the kitchen after she closed it behind her.

Lightning sat on her bike, the Blazefire Saber or so Lightning called it and put the key in the ignition, taking in the sound of the engine started. She grinned under the visor of her helmet and accelerated out of the drive way. Kicking it up a gear, she sped through the city enjoying taking in as much of the high speed thrill as she could. She slowed down as the sign for the workshop came into view, slowly pulling into the parking lot and kicking down her stand as she hopped off, taking the key with her. She sighed in relief as the lights were still on. A bell rang as she pushed the door opened and the attendant looked up from the magazine they were reading.

"Hello, you must be miss Farron?" Lightning noted their accent.

"How did you know?"
"Well you know, you're sorta the only 'miss' that comes here…" The attendant chuckled and let a grin cross their face. "Well I won't keep you waiting." She turned around and looked over the shelves for Lightning's order.

Lightning took a moment to look over the woman and admire her features. She was a little taller than herself and from where her work shirt pulled up she could see a little of her tanned skin.

"Like what you see Sunshine?"

Lightning coughed and looked up to see the attendant back down at her, a grin across her face.

"Is my package up there?"
"No but mine is."

Her gaze plummeted to the ground, earning a chuckle from the attendant who noticed the red flooding her cheeks.

"I'll check out back."

Lightning sighed as the woman disappeared behind a door and left her to regain what was left of her focus. She grabbed out her phone and decided to read a little while she waited. Peering up over her phone as the fanfiction app loaded, the woman still wasn't back… She sighed and scrolled the lists and picked out something, slowly letting herself be absorbed into the literature on the screen.

"So miss Farron here's your package."

Lightning jumped a little and looked at the woman. Her grin still plastered across her face.

"Ah… Thank you…"

"Fang." She smirked as she handed Lightning the case. "It's a nice motorcycle you got out there."

"How did you know?" Lightning looked at her a little caught off guard.
"Your parts, they're for a bike and considering that you have your helmet there..." Fang pointed to the helmet still on the desk while Lightning grunted internally.

"Oh, of course… Well I guess I'll see you around Fang."
"Only if your bike breaks…"

Lightning chuckled as she put the motorcycle piece in her bag and noticed the pause, letting a faint smile come over her. "Lightning." With that she pulled her helmet back on and made her way back to her bike. Fang waved to her as she pulled out onto the street. Fang however stood stunned inside.

"Dammit. I forgot to get her number." She scratched her head and huffed as she went back inside. "I wonder what Vanille is getting up to…"

'I swear if Serah and Vanilla are doing it on my couch… again…' Lightning frowned as her bike raced through the city once more. What could she punish them with this time… She pulled up her driveway and thought over whether she should knock before she went inside her own house… She huffed and opened the door to find something quite unexpected.

"Wow you guys aren't eating each other's faces." Lightning raised an eyebrow quite surprised, earning a glare from Serah. "What?"
"Claire… First off it isn't eating faces, it's kissing. And second, like you've never brought someone home."

Lightning smirked and stopped. "I haven't." She grinned and continued upstairs, eager to get a glance at the new part for her bike and preferably before she left for work tomorrow. She kicked her shoes off and sat the box on her desk with one hand, the other picking her laptop up to make room. Letting out a yawn as she grabbed a knife and opened the box. After painfully removing countless layers of wrapping she sighed in relief as she finally laid her eyes upon it, and oh was it worth the couple thousand gil she had spent on it.