Highway to Hell [Open]

[Lance Mallory]

"you know i'm bad, i'm bad, i'm really really bad" ☒ Open ✐ 304 ✉ Mwahahaha I finally got lazy enough to not use my own templates. But that's okay, this one is pretty, and it really fits Lance, so *shot* MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

Lance was in a good mood. A wicked grin spread across his face, and he glanced over at his partner slyly, the Gizamon having settled herself out across his brown leather couch with the general air of owning it. "Oh no," she muttered, well acquainted with that look in the man's crimson eyes by this point in time, "you are not putting me on that death-trap of a motorcycle again." "But Siri," he protested, a pout turning down his lips as he spun around in his chair, "you know I'm not gonna crash again, I fixed the drifting problem weeks ago." "No!" she growled, the chestnut fur scattered about her body bristling up defensively. "I've seen the way you race! I'll get car-sick." She saw his lips turn up in a smirk, but before she could back up and revise her statement, he'd already pounced upon it. "But we won't be in a car, you'll be fine." She opened her mouth to retort, then closed it again with a sigh. "I'm not getting a day on this, am I?" "Nope." And that was how Siri ended up on the back of a motorcycle, a sick look on her muzzle as her claws clutched at the back of Lance's black jacket. They'd just completed yet another street race, and even if the man had won, she wasn't picking up the best vibes from the thugs around them. "Lance..." she muttered in a warning tone. "I know," he replied in a hiss. "I got it under control." Smirking, he draped his arms over the handlebars, his back arched sensually like a cat's even if the Gizamon knew from experience that he could speed off from that position with only a moment's notice. "So," he purred in a louder voice, "whose ass am I leaving behind next?"

[Sita Lam]

Sita eyed the young man who had just beaten Kishi in the race, leaning back against her bike with her arms crossed, studying him. Normal looking. Forgettable. Those were to two words that immediately came to mind. Still, he had to be a good racer if he beat Kishi, although a bit of an idiot if he thought challenging the rest of the gang was a good idea. He was a Tamer too, which was interesting to see. Maybe coming down to Yokohama wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"What are we gonna do, Partner?" Yan asked quietly from his place on the handlebars. "I'm ready to take 'im if you are!"

Sita stared at the young man for a moment longer, noting his posture and tone of voice. He certainly seemed eager for a race, and the mutterings of the people around him told her that if no one accepted his challenge soon, the other gang members would get revenge the old-fashioned way. Assuming they could catch him, which she somehow doubted.

"We'll take you on, kid," she said, straightening up and giving the pair her most intimidating stare. Oh, she was well aware that the other Tamer was around the same age as her, if not older, but if he was going to act like a cocky kid after one successful race, then she was going to treat him like one.

"Hell, yeah! Bring it on!" Yan cheered as she mounted her bike and put on her helmet, slipping from the handlebars to settle on her lap. Sita smiled faintly, glad that the Impmon shared her passion for racing.

"Kick his ass for me, Lam!" Kishi called as she started her engine, and she gave him a wave of acknowledgement.

Looking over at the other Tamer, she called, "Ready when you are, kid!"