Owner	Pose
Jennifer Kale	Every town has a 'bad' side, even nice, quiet towns like Sunnydale. The sun has just set, and that's where Jennifer Kale is right now; Sunnydale's bad side. The blonde is just leaving a job interview at a nice, quiet little club on the proverbial wrong side of the tracks. It's one of those places where the windows are thoroughly boarded up and there's a double-entry door with a bouncer. In case the appearance didn't give it away, the sign out front reads 'The Sunny Side Up - Dancers nightly'. Jen is walking away from the club with a small athletic tote slung over her shoulder. She's wearing a cropped top and low-rise bellbottom jeans, fingers running through blonde hair as she walks towards a brighter... and probably safer... part of town.
Faith Lehane	Faith, on the other hand, is straddling the edge of the light and dark sides of town and riding it hard, with a cigarette between her lips and a vaguely bored expression o nher features. She's leaned up against a wall for now, minding her own business next to a 1980s Suzuiki Katana GSX that's been thoroughly done up in matte black with just a little bit of shine along the front. Jen walks past the slightly shorter woman in the black leather jacket and blue jeans and Faith, for her part, looks her over briefly. No catcalling, at least, not that that would be likely to be new for Jennifer. Still, the other woman gets a laconic wave, the glowing ember of a burning lucky strike still between Faith's fingers. She has a tolerance for pain.
Jennifer Kale	Jen slows up a little when she sees someone else out in the night air. It's not normally a good sign, of course, but for some reason the blonde doesn't seem bothered by it. "Nice bike." she offers, looking over both the GSX and the young woman nearby. The wave is returned with waggling fingers. "So what do people do for kicks around here?" A glance towards the club follows. "Aside from the obvious. I'm new." Her accent is all Deep South, likely farther down than the Carolinas or Georgia.
Faith Lehane	"I mean, depends on what kind of fun you're looking for," Faith responds honestly. She smiles as Jennifer turns toward her, arching a brow slightly. "You seem like you're settling in pretty well. There's the club-" Faith inclines her head toward it. "But you already found that." "There's a Belly Burger, a couple movie theatres... Welcome snoozeivlle. Sunnydale's kind of dull unless you want to ride into NYC. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news. Mmm. Do you smoke?" Faith asks, tilting her head slightly. A survey of her surroundings would show she's got a couple beers sitting nearby as well. Someone is going to be here awhile.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale smiles wryly at the introduction, cocking her hip and turning more fully towards the girl in the leather jacket. "I did, yeah. And apparently they're hiring." she replies, with a glance towards the club. "And yeah, I wouldn't mind a smoke if you're offering." Stepping over slowly, Jen adjusts the gym bag. "I'm Jen. And I've been to New York a few times. Got its good side and its bad side, same as anywhere else."
Faith Lehane	"Faith," the brunette replies. She draws a cigarette from an inner jacket pocket and holds it out to Jen. It's strong, unfiltered tobacco which Faith will light with the nub of her own before letting it go out. "NYC's not so bad. Easier to get lost. But I mean, Sunnydale's got me in it so it can't be all bad." She gives a soft laugh and gives Jennifer a second look over, this one slower and more deliberate. "I'll show you around if you want. I'm a terrible influence and you'll probably regret it tomorrow but it'll be fun, right?"
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale leans into to accept the strong cig, holding it there until Faith lights it off of her own. Drawing a few times, she exhales a long, thin plume. She meets the brunette's surveying gaze, keeping mostly focused on Faith's eyes. Mostly. "Sounds to me like it'll be a short tour. How much trouble could we get into?" she replies.
Faith Lehane	"How much trouble do you want?" Faith offers a quiet grin, finally meeting Jennifer's eyes as she does. To her credit she wasn't really staring... Assessing is more the right word, quick and to the point despite the lascivious expression that comes with it. This one is clearly a provocateur by nature. She drops the ember of her cigarette and crushes it under a boot heel. "I'm open to suggestions."
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale takes another drag on the cig, exhaling slowly again. The grin is met by one of Jen's own and then the blonde replies. "Well I'd rather not get arrested in my first week here. How about we start with a tour on your bike? Then maybe show me this burger place. Sounds like a local hangout or something." Not that Jen was ever one of the 'hangout' types.
Faith Lehane	"I guess it sort of is. Or we could get drunk behing the school. You know, see what the youth are really like." Faith is teasing apparently because that comes with another smile and then she is nodding toward the bike. Long strides follow and she makes a show of pulling the one helmet down from the handle bars and then offering it to the blonde. "But okay, okay. We'll try not to get arrested. Hop on, hold on tight. Put your hands wherever you like."
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale follows over to the bike, accepting the offered helmet and pulling it on. She fastens the strap while Faith gets on the bike, swinging a leg over to slide in behind her. Jen really doesn't -need- the helmet, thanks to magic shielding, but it's a polite offer. "Thanks, but I stopped getting my kicks from stolen liquor a long time ago." Says the girl who still isn't old enough to drink. She wraps her arms around Faith's waist, albeit a bit high.
Faith Lehane	"Hope you don't mind moving at literally breakneck speeds through sleepy suburbs and terrorizing the locals, at least," Faith calls. She's not old enough to drink either but it didn't seem to stop the offer. Faith starts the engine with a roar, shifting her weight slghtly against Jennifer. It's impossible to move without both of them knowing it instantly. The bike can handle two riders, but it's a tight fit even when they're both girls. "You asked for this," Faith warns with a laugh before roaring out of the parking lot. No, she doesn't have a helmet. No, she doesn't care.