You and Rafe had become close over the years, were you a Pogue? Yes. However you knew your way around Kildare like it was the back of your hand, back alleys, random forest passages, even how to dodge the cameras on the Kook side of the island. That’s why Rafe liked you, because you would do almost anything for him.

He had told you he was going to visit Barry, another Pogue who you didn’t quite trust, you didn’t know the ins and outs of the meet up, just that you were his ride.

You waited on the outskirts of the forest, waiting, making sure no one came too close or acted suspicious, while also trying to make yourself seem enough like a passer-by to blend in as well. That’s when you heard it, Rafe’s whistle.

The bike beneath you revved as you rode into the forest, whistling back before pulling up along side him.

“Here she is”

He gave a soft smile that Barry couldn’t see, putting the helmet on your head and sitting in front of you on the bike, latching your arms around his waist before leaving.