Swinging his leg over the seat of his motorcycle, quickly kick-starting the engine to life with a quick stroke of the throttle, all one swift move mastered from years of use. Nick's motorcycle was in much better condition than his apartment, not high end bike of course, just an old thing left from his father that Nick fixed up with his own hands, and few hundred dollars in parts.
Weaving through the overgrown road of his neighborhood, swinging past old skeletons of cars and bushes that took it over, from someone on the outside it would look like an abandoned district but they would only be half right. The district was always home to those who didn't fit into the rest of the city's population, anyone that was looked down upon because they were of a certain species;Foxes, badgers, ferrets, and anyone else that may have been pushed out all met up here. Eventually the city council stopped spending money for anything in the district, no garbage collection nothing, probably thought if they forgot about the place it would disappear and to most it has.
There legitimate buisness' all around if you had the eye to see them, all the life here was on the inside and all sorts of people lived here from large families scraping by to loners hiding from the prejudice of the inner city. Contrary to what people might believe about the place it was a nice place to live, any real crime here was generally a closed circuit thing, and everyone stood up for each other, too a point at least, you wouldn't help a stranger if you saw him get mugged but if someone robbed your neighbor then you'd grab your "goods" and lend a hand in finding and help "sentence" the thief. It was a vicious place to be some days, sometimes a "sentence" might end up a bit too much for the crime if no one acted as a limiter but seeing as the police don't come around for anything but a raid or two the law was in the hands of those around.
"Hey, there you are, I've been waiting for you, 15 minutes late!", Judy called from a sidewalk in the middle of Sahara square, clad in her pink and white plaid shirt and jeans carrying a small duffle bag containing her uniform. Nick pulls over squeezing between two giraffe cars to park, hopping off and grabbing his own duffle bag before running across the road to judy.
"How'd you know it was me, i had a full face helmet on?", Nick says with a slightly surprised smile on him.
"You're the only one in the entirety of Zootopia that wears hawaiian style shirts, you do know that right?, though i never knew you had a motorcycle which is pretty cool actually, for a guy who wears tourist clothes", Judy says while chuckling.
"Yeah that's because I'm the only one that can look good in them no matter the situation, business or casual, but sorry for being late, elevator troubles at my place", Nick Boomed out before letting off an apologetic grin, Truth was he was cleaning up more leaks in his apartment but he couldn't tell judy that, she might try to get him to move out and find a better place or worse, ask him about his past. It's not that Nick doesn't want to tell her anything she asks, it's just something he's not used to, he's always kept to himself and hid behind a thick shield of sarcasm and jokes even though that's gotten him in more trouble than any amount of truth could have.
"Well let's eat I know a good place just around the corner", shoving Nick with her elbow.
"Alright i get, I get it", as they both let off a fruity laugh nudging each other down the sidewalk