The place is quiet. Virtually abandoned. Any car or truck she sees drives straight past with barely a glance at her by the driver within. There are no familiar faces, just cold wind and flurries now and again sticking to her jacket, to her hair. Ivelisse huffs and buries her hands in her pockets, glowering out at the road. "Those assholes forgot," she mumbles to herself, but she still doesn't leave. Sticks it out for awhile longer, scuffing her leather boots against the pavement in disgust. "Damn them both."
Granted, Angelico has been busy between Mexico and now AEW, and Son of Havoc has been who knows where, really, but still. Still. She seethes. And waits. "I swear," she mumbles. "If I ever see them again, I'm gonna kick both of their asses for this." But despite her anger, and her doubt, she stays a little longer, huffing as the snow thickens and the wind whips at her, tearing more of her hair from under her helmet and adding to her misery.
Finally she shakes her head and climbs back onto her trusty motorcycle, revving it fiercely while she grits her teeth and slouches over it for a moment, fighting the disappointment welling up within her. "You're the only thing I can depend on, huh?"
She hears it faintly over her own but chooses to ignore it while gritting her teeth against the pain of being the only one to care about this tradition still, the soft purr of an engine far away, coming closer. She sighs and adjusts her helmet once more before stepping down roughly, turning the motorcycle in a tight circle to leave the abandoned parking lot- when a bright light shines over her and she has to brake quickly to avoid crashing into the motorcycle that had just sped in behind her. "Hey!" she screams, immediately shutting the engine off so she could be heard clearly. "What the fu-?!"
Everything stops as the driver gets off and pulls his helmet off, obnoxiously colored hair streaming down and she gapes at him, too thrown to continue screaming at him. "Hey, Ivie," Angelico greets her with that usual cocky, obnoxious grin. "Long time no see."
She blinks, slowly forcing her mouth shut, then tears her helmet off in a fit of anger before getting off of her bike and storming over to him, hitting him hard in the chest. "Asshole!"
He grunts and rubs at his body suit where she'd struck him and laughs shortly. "I missed you too," he says dryly as she continues to glare at him.
She huffs and throws her hands up, turning back to her motorcycle to hide how her hands are trembling within her gloves. "Why the hell did you take so long?" she grumbles. "I've been waiting for over an hour."
"Hey, it takes time to find people who may not want to be found." He slouches, hands in his own pockets, and she stares at him as a second, louder engine cuts through the early evening wind and he lifts an arm as another light washes over them, temporarily dazing her.
"Wha..." She stares as a familiar form steps off of his motorcycle, hair wild and going every which way under his helmet and when he takes it off, she almost laughs, a sudden flood of emotions making it difficult to breathe, much less speak. But she manages after a few moments. "You," she chokes out. "You still wear that damn mask?" She stomps over to Son of Havoc and tugs at the ridiculous, cheap attempt at covering his face and tangles her fingers in its frayed edges before pausing, staring up at him.
She shivers and he smirks down at her. "Hey, Ivie. Merry Christmas."
"Assholes, disappear from my life for a year and then just ride up in here all 'Hey Ivie' and expect things to be ok." But they are, loathe as she is to admit it, things falling into place with a sudden, breathless sort of perfection, and she almost hates herself for so easily forgiving them. Havoc continues smiling down at her, eyes softening, and she hates when he looks like that, so she pulls him closer and bites down on his lip, kissing him hard as his hands grip her hips and hold her tight against him, old habits and preferences still remembered by both of them.
"Hey," Angelico snaps after a few moments, never liking being left out of the fun for too long, so she pulls away from Havoc and grips him by his hair, drawing him down to her level and claiming his mouth, Angelico immediately licking into her and making everything around her go fuzzy. She's still leaning into him, mouthing at his jaw and throat, when Havoc approaches and sandwiches her between them, Ivie relaxing into the warmth as she listens to Havoc and Angelico's ragged breathing, wondering what they did when Angelico found him, but realizing she doesn't care.
Pulling herself free from between them and turning in time to see them standing there, foreheads pressed together as they come down from all of this, she smirks and grabs their helmets from where they'd propped them on their motorcycles. "C'mon, boys." Forcing them back on their heads, ignoring their sputters and protests, she pulls hers on as well and turns back to her bike, adrenaline already pulsing through her veins as the anticipation rises. "Let's ride."