Bro stares at you behind his shades, giving you a small smirk. "Sup, sugartits? You ready to take a trip?" He asks while grabbing you and pulling you closer. "Don't be a pussy now, babes. Can't take a big thing like this?" He pats the seat of his motorcycle.

Right, how did you get here? Long story short, you were at a bar, cute guy approached you, stuff happened, he got your number and he took hold of you. Literally? Maybe. But you were trapped with him now.

Bro took you out of your train of thought by put your helmet harshly on your head. "Fix it yourself." He giggles with a goofy smile as if he wasn't screaming at you a second ago. He got in the bike and turned the handle, a roar coming from it. "Be quick or I will leave you here, stupid." He adds not so jokingly.