Disclaimer: I own nadda!
Authors note: enjoy I hope ya like it, its my first story so have fun reading.
Chapter 1
The stars twinkled in the clear back sky, the crispy cool air against your skin the moon full and huge in the clear sky. A black motorcycle speeds through the empty streets with the engine roaring in the night. The driver zooming past the empty deserted roads without a care for anything almost lost in the black of the night if not for the street lamps glowing overhead. the driver taking a sharp turn to the right and rounding the corner.
People are spilling out onto the street from the club. One of the girls tripping over her heals and falling on one of the guys making everyone start to laugh until they hear the screeching of tires come around the corner and a black motorcycle head down the street right towards them with no sign of stopping.
The driver sees the people and smiles 'this should be fun'. The bike come right towards them and one guy who didn't get out of the way thinks its going to hit him the driver jams the brakes and the bike swerves on its side stopping mere inches in front of him. The driver puts her feet down and swings one of her legs around the side of the bike leaving one very stunned guy and walks into the club taking off her black motorcycle helmet.
She has long straight hair that's the kind of blonde it makes the sun jealous. Her lips are a perfect pink with a fullness that you could only dream of. She has at a glance sparkling brown eyes that look as though the stars lived there but if you look closer you would see so many different shades of brown and green they look like they where created by a painter that could but De Vinci to shame. Her hips are round and formed making and taking the glances from the room of dancers. She has high cheekbones and eyelashes that are perfect length and fullness. This girl puts veela to shame.
She steps further into the club the club lights spinning, the base so strong you feel it in your veins. She walks over to the bar and seats herself on a silver stool and waits to be served by the bartender.
The bartender comes over and asks "Hey I'm Jerry, what can I get you?" he's got sandy brown hair that's spikes up and misty blue eyes. She looks at him and smiles. "I'll have a coke, please" "You sure you don't want anything stronger?" he asks raining one eyebrow. "Ha! No a coke will be fine thanks."
He gets her coke while asking "Hey, your not from around here I would remember a face like yours. Where are you from?" this time she raises an eyebrow at him and says "Ireland, I'm here on business." Then looks at her coke and says " you don't have any straws so you?" "Sure, aren't you a little old for straws though?" She smiles and says "Is that a no then?" picks up her drink and leaves a confused bartender behind her.