a bar

You hopped on the back of her motorcycle and Bella sped off. You held on tight. She laughed as she felt you shake.

“You’re like a little vibrator back there. Quit you’re shaking wimp, I got expert driving skills.” She said

She was going 80, going in and out of traffic. The bike was special with police radar to ducked the fuzz.

She arrived at a place that made your heart almost stop. You knew this place. Damm that questionnaire they made you feel. One of the questions was “What place you most wanted to go but didn’t cause you were afraid”

You now where there, a dangerous Biker/strip club/brothel/gun running/anything criminal goes type bar called the “Greasy pit”

Lot of fights happens here. Cops didn’t even come to break them up anymore.

“Time for some fun WIMP” Bella said