Disclaimer: I have shallow, unrealistic dreams- like wanting to be Frank
Sinatra.
Jesse watched as Tyler entered the shop with Mia, he acted hesitant, like he was afraid of being out of place. Wearing a baggy black shirt he seemed to fade into the shadows on the concrete wall. Exchanging the oil on his hands for the grease on a rag, Jesse walked over and saw what Tyler was staring at, the three black Ninjas against the wall.
x number of hours later
Jesse drove his car with speed and precision, not taking any risks tonight- his car had to be god like for what was coming- a race. The first real race, the first race that mattered since Dom came back. Tyler sat in the passenger seat, head resting on the window's glass. Mentally, Jesse went over the list of things to add to the Tyler encyclopedia:
He liked Ninjas- he hadn't seen him ride one yet but Vince had already agreed to let Tyler joy ride one. Vine might be stupid in some decisions (namely who to and who not to pick fights with) but he had a talent when it came to seeing who could ride a bike and who as bluffing.
He could cook- When he offered to make lunch, to fill in for Mia, no one took him seriously. But damn it, lunch had tasted goood.
He had went to Cambridge- Jesse knew that this was a special JuV for high maintenance cases. He wished he knew why he was there but Tyler was really good at the no talking thing.
They call you lady luck But there is room for doubt At times you've had a very unladylike way of running out You're on this date with me The pickins have been lush And yet before this evening is over You might give me the brush You might forget your manners You might refuse to stay And so the best that I can do is pray
Jesse pulled into the spot next to Mia, leaving enough room in between for Brian, if he was coming, to pull in. "We're here," said Jesse, and Tyler climbed out, soaking in the noise and the dusk; the girls in the tiny tops and the boys in the baggy pants. Tyler turned to Jesse, his face a question that Jesse knew the answer before the words escaped Tyler's throat. "I'm not racing. I don't think anyone is really, maybe just Dom. I haven't really raced for a couple of months, not since I got shot."
"Oh." Tyler paused, long enough for a couple of tube topped girls to start to stalk over- Jesse wondered if they hid special sensors underneath their make up. "Can anyone race?"
"If they got a car. You never been to a street race?"
"I have- mostly to pick up customers, but once or twice, I've stopped for fun."
The tramps were cut off by a wiry man all in black roaring in on a silver and blue Ninja. "Who's that?" asked Tyler. "Seems a bit rude to cut in front of the ladies."
"Joey Hsiao." "He needs to learn how to ride a bike." "Don't tell him that." ''He grips too tight. Needs to get loose."
"Thanks for your advice," came a new voice. "You want me to go tell Joey that?" Tyler turned to the new man, a small man with cropped red hair who too, stood next to a bike. "Didn't know you were the messenger boy. In that case, how bout picking me up a pizza too? Or do you not run errands?" "Oh I was going to not tell Joey but after that.." The man turned and went to go stand by Joey who was winning the ladies by ignoring them all. "You shouldn't have done that," Jesse tried to caution but inside he was smiling- Tyler had balls. " That's Chris O'Hara." "Joey's hang on?" "Yeah."
Luck, be a lady tonight Luck be a lady tonight Luck if you've ever been a lady to begin with Luck be a lady tonight Luck let a gentleman see How nice a dame you can be I know the way you've treated other guys you've been with Luck, be a lady with me
Mia came over to stand with them, attempting to scare off any girls who got the idea to try and make a move on Tyler. "You know your scaring off the girls?" said Tyler. "Why do you think I'm standing here?" "To make me look better." "Shut up!" She pushed Jesse who had started laughing. "You," she pointed to Tyler, "you better watch your mouth." Tyler looked down, along his nose. "I'm looking but my nose is in the way. You'll have to look for me! So tell me, is it behaving? Cause I'd hate to have to yell at it."
"Yeah well-" Jesse faded out as Joey walked, not stalked over. "So Chris tells me that you were insulting my riding?" "Chris? Is that the name? As in Chris, short for Christina?" "Chris, as in you better watch your mouth." "Interesting, a group of friends and I recently had this same debate. Now are you joining in or wasting time?" "Direct. I like that," said Joey, acting like those words were a gift from God. "I'm glad for you." "You know you're attitude is going to get you in trouble and probably cause you a lot of pain." "You know, how about I'll take your advice on my wise ass remarks if you take mine on your riding." Jesse took in breath. Mentally, h began bating Tyler in the head with a two by four. He was going to kick his butt kicked if he didn't shut up. "Now is that so?" "Could be." "How about we race. Then we'll see who should be shutting what." "Fine." Tyler walked over to Vince and spoke to him for a second or two. Vince turned to glance at Joey, then handed him his keys to the Ninja. Now Jesse was sticking the two by four down Vince's throat. What was Vince doing? Now was not a good time to let Tyler joy ride.
A lady doesn't leave her escort It's not fair, it's not nice A lady doesn't wander all over the room And blow on some other guy's dice
Tyler helmentlessly rode the bike to the spray painted line, murmuring to it, getting to know the lady. Jesse didn't need to hear Tyler, or even to see his lips move. If he was a truly had motorcycles in his veins, then that's what he should be doing. Chris attempted to taunt Tyler, asking, " How do we know you won't wet your pants?" "Unless you're planning on loaning me one of your diapers, I'll stay dry." Jesse laughed. If he was trying to out mouth Tyler, he'd have to try harder. Course if Tyler didn't survive this, then chances were big that Tyler wouldn't have much of a mouth left. Pull out Tyler, he urged. Joey plays dirty. But then again, you might not register as enough of a threat for him to bother playing dirty. Let's keep this party polite Never get out of my sight Stick me with me baby, I'm the fella you came in with Luck, be a lady tonight Luck, let a gentleman see Just how nice a dame you can be I know the way you've treated other guys you've been with Luck be a lady with me
The arms were lowered and the two roared off, fast, and Tyler seemed to stay on, holding place with Joey but not pushing it. Slowly, Joey rode closer and closer to Tyler, forcing him to go closer and closer to the buildings and construction refuse. Jesse could no longer tell how close they were to the finish line, but he hoped it was soon. Tyler was getting closer and closer to the wall, closer and close- A lady doesn't leave her escort It's not fair, it's not nice A lady doesn't wander all over the room And blow on some other guy's dice
But Tyler raced forward, taking on speed, actually riding closer to the wall. And then Jesse glimpsed what Tyler was going to do the second before Tyler did it- rocket up one of the wooden planks that hugged the wall, escaping Joey's nudging. Tyler went into the air, and he must have flown over the line because people began to cheer. Sliding to the top Tyler raised his arm in triumph. He rode back, weaving through the group of people who began to cover the bit of highway, mobbing, shouting, exclaiming. Jesse stopped before the dumbfounded Chris. "So do you need a change of shorts or what?" So let's keep the party polite Never get out of my sight Sick with me baby, I'm the fella you came in with Luck be a lady Luck be a lady Luck be a lady, tonight
Jesse watched as Tyler entered the shop with Mia, he acted hesitant, like he was afraid of being out of place. Wearing a baggy black shirt he seemed to fade into the shadows on the concrete wall. Exchanging the oil on his hands for the grease on a rag, Jesse walked over and saw what Tyler was staring at, the three black Ninjas against the wall.
x number of hours later
Jesse drove his car with speed and precision, not taking any risks tonight- his car had to be god like for what was coming- a race. The first real race, the first race that mattered since Dom came back. Tyler sat in the passenger seat, head resting on the window's glass. Mentally, Jesse went over the list of things to add to the Tyler encyclopedia:
He liked Ninjas- he hadn't seen him ride one yet but Vince had already agreed to let Tyler joy ride one. Vine might be stupid in some decisions (namely who to and who not to pick fights with) but he had a talent when it came to seeing who could ride a bike and who as bluffing.
He could cook- When he offered to make lunch, to fill in for Mia, no one took him seriously. But damn it, lunch had tasted goood.
He had went to Cambridge- Jesse knew that this was a special JuV for high maintenance cases. He wished he knew why he was there but Tyler was really good at the no talking thing.
They call you lady luck But there is room for doubt At times you've had a very unladylike way of running out You're on this date with me The pickins have been lush And yet before this evening is over You might give me the brush You might forget your manners You might refuse to stay And so the best that I can do is pray
Jesse pulled into the spot next to Mia, leaving enough room in between for Brian, if he was coming, to pull in. "We're here," said Jesse, and Tyler climbed out, soaking in the noise and the dusk; the girls in the tiny tops and the boys in the baggy pants. Tyler turned to Jesse, his face a question that Jesse knew the answer before the words escaped Tyler's throat. "I'm not racing. I don't think anyone is really, maybe just Dom. I haven't really raced for a couple of months, not since I got shot."
"Oh." Tyler paused, long enough for a couple of tube topped girls to start to stalk over- Jesse wondered if they hid special sensors underneath their make up. "Can anyone race?"
"If they got a car. You never been to a street race?"
"I have- mostly to pick up customers, but once or twice, I've stopped for fun."
The tramps were cut off by a wiry man all in black roaring in on a silver and blue Ninja. "Who's that?" asked Tyler. "Seems a bit rude to cut in front of the ladies."
"Joey Hsiao." "He needs to learn how to ride a bike." "Don't tell him that." ''He grips too tight. Needs to get loose."
"Thanks for your advice," came a new voice. "You want me to go tell Joey that?" Tyler turned to the new man, a small man with cropped red hair who too, stood next to a bike. "Didn't know you were the messenger boy. In that case, how bout picking me up a pizza too? Or do you not run errands?" "Oh I was going to not tell Joey but after that.." The man turned and went to go stand by Joey who was winning the ladies by ignoring them all. "You shouldn't have done that," Jesse tried to caution but inside he was smiling- Tyler had balls. " That's Chris O'Hara." "Joey's hang on?" "Yeah."
Luck, be a lady tonight Luck be a lady tonight Luck if you've ever been a lady to begin with Luck be a lady tonight Luck let a gentleman see How nice a dame you can be I know the way you've treated other guys you've been with Luck, be a lady with me
Mia came over to stand with them, attempting to scare off any girls who got the idea to try and make a move on Tyler. "You know your scaring off the girls?" said Tyler. "Why do you think I'm standing here?" "To make me look better." "Shut up!" She pushed Jesse who had started laughing. "You," she pointed to Tyler, "you better watch your mouth." Tyler looked down, along his nose. "I'm looking but my nose is in the way. You'll have to look for me! So tell me, is it behaving? Cause I'd hate to have to yell at it."
"Yeah well-" Jesse faded out as Joey walked, not stalked over. "So Chris tells me that you were insulting my riding?" "Chris? Is that the name? As in Chris, short for Christina?" "Chris, as in you better watch your mouth." "Interesting, a group of friends and I recently had this same debate. Now are you joining in or wasting time?" "Direct. I like that," said Joey, acting like those words were a gift from God. "I'm glad for you." "You know you're attitude is going to get you in trouble and probably cause you a lot of pain." "You know, how about I'll take your advice on my wise ass remarks if you take mine on your riding." Jesse took in breath. Mentally, h began bating Tyler in the head with a two by four. He was going to kick his butt kicked if he didn't shut up. "Now is that so?" "Could be." "How about we race. Then we'll see who should be shutting what." "Fine." Tyler walked over to Vince and spoke to him for a second or two. Vince turned to glance at Joey, then handed him his keys to the Ninja. Now Jesse was sticking the two by four down Vince's throat. What was Vince doing? Now was not a good time to let Tyler joy ride.
A lady doesn't leave her escort It's not fair, it's not nice A lady doesn't wander all over the room And blow on some other guy's dice
Tyler helmentlessly rode the bike to the spray painted line, murmuring to it, getting to know the lady. Jesse didn't need to hear Tyler, or even to see his lips move. If he was a truly had motorcycles in his veins, then that's what he should be doing. Chris attempted to taunt Tyler, asking, " How do we know you won't wet your pants?" "Unless you're planning on loaning me one of your diapers, I'll stay dry." Jesse laughed. If he was trying to out mouth Tyler, he'd have to try harder. Course if Tyler didn't survive this, then chances were big that Tyler wouldn't have much of a mouth left. Pull out Tyler, he urged. Joey plays dirty. But then again, you might not register as enough of a threat for him to bother playing dirty. Let's keep this party polite Never get out of my sight Stick me with me baby, I'm the fella you came in with Luck, be a lady tonight Luck, let a gentleman see Just how nice a dame you can be I know the way you've treated other guys you've been with Luck be a lady with me
The arms were lowered and the two roared off, fast, and Tyler seemed to stay on, holding place with Joey but not pushing it. Slowly, Joey rode closer and closer to Tyler, forcing him to go closer and closer to the buildings and construction refuse. Jesse could no longer tell how close they were to the finish line, but he hoped it was soon. Tyler was getting closer and closer to the wall, closer and close- A lady doesn't leave her escort It's not fair, it's not nice A lady doesn't wander all over the room And blow on some other guy's dice
But Tyler raced forward, taking on speed, actually riding closer to the wall. And then Jesse glimpsed what Tyler was going to do the second before Tyler did it- rocket up one of the wooden planks that hugged the wall, escaping Joey's nudging. Tyler went into the air, and he must have flown over the line because people began to cheer. Sliding to the top Tyler raised his arm in triumph. He rode back, weaving through the group of people who began to cover the bit of highway, mobbing, shouting, exclaiming. Jesse stopped before the dumbfounded Chris. "So do you need a change of shorts or what?" So let's keep the party polite Never get out of my sight Sick with me baby, I'm the fella you came in with Luck be a lady Luck be a lady Luck be a lady, tonight