Janice doesn't have one

"I don't have one," Janice says as Lauren looks at her in disbelief.

The amazon blushes.

"What? I live a few blocks from here, and the city has pretty good public transportation," Janice says as Lauren continues to stare daggers at her.

"I can't ride a fucking bus looking like this!" Lauren screams, her bossy bitchiness rearing its head once again.

"We aren't going to!" Janice hisses back. "I rode my bike here."

She points to an impressive, expensive-looking bike chained to a nearby pole.

"What? It's great exercise," Janice mumbles.

"How am I supposed to ride that with you?" Lauren huffs.

"Well..." Janice squirms as Lauren continues to scrutinize her half-baked scheme. "I thought you could... sit on the handle bars..."

Lauren blinks. "You're joking, right?"

Janice shakes her head as Lauren's face turns even redder.