[ Midge, by virtue of being a New Yorker, is pretty good at minding her own damn business--except for one thing. She can be incredibly nosey, and damned if seeing that doesn't give her one hell of a story to try out in front of an audience.
The guy--handsome, tall, incredibly agile as he practically tosses a stranger onto the bike--manages to slip away from whatever the hell he was running from, though Midge manages to keep an eye him. Hello, Penny. There's a 50s housewife, all coiffed hair, makeup, and a perfect evening dress currently sliding in step with you. ]
Pretty impressive with the whole bike thing. [ And since it's not the 50s here anymore: ] If you head to Red Wings, no one's gonna look for you there. Know the way?
hover bikes; lmk if this is okay! can adjust if needed.
The guy--handsome, tall, incredibly agile as he practically tosses a stranger onto the bike--manages to slip away from whatever the hell he was running from, though Midge manages to keep an eye him. Hello, Penny. There's a 50s housewife, all coiffed hair, makeup, and a perfect evening dress currently sliding in step with you. ]
Pretty impressive with the whole bike thing. [ And since it's not the 50s here anymore: ] If you head to Red Wings, no one's gonna look for you there. Know the way?