Welcome to Gaia! ::

::smiles:: You're asking a man with a motorcycle if a little wind would bother him? ::stretches his arms into the wind and runs his fingers through his hair:: I left my G-Strider back at the school.

Okay. Pull over here and I'll take over. : biggrin one. Drex is an excellent driver, riding the red line perfectly, handling curves like a pro stunt driver, calculating traffic paths like a machine... It comes as no surprise how quickly Drex and Carrie arrive.:: We're here! I just need to go to the landlord's office and get the key. If you need a stretch you can come with.

::playfully:: Hey, I'm a good driver. I didn't get in any accidents and I didn't get any tickets. Regardless of whether or not I've paid off half of the cops in this town, that should count for something.

: biggrin rex wraps his arm around her waist as they walk to the office. When they get there, he knocks sharply two times, then once afterward. Immediately the door swings open to reveal an old Cuban man in a guayabera smoking an aromatic Cuban cigar. He appears as if he can't believe what he sees.::

"So it really was Bones that called! I never would have expected to see you at this end of the world again."
"Good to see you too, Xavier. I'd like to introduce you to my friend, Ms. Carter Capallera. Carrie, this is Xavier Ortega. He and I go way back."
(hand is kissed, and general pleasantries exchanged)
"Xavier, do you have my old room ready?"
"Beachside No. 37, exactly as you left it." ::hands Drex the key::
"Excellent. Well then, we're off. Thank you, as always, Javier. I only wish we had ten more people like you. We could single-handedly take over the Yakuza with that kind of manpower"
"Oh Bones, Bones! You are only too kind. I'm nothing like that. Although it does this old man's ears well to hear complements from the likes of you."
(a little more BSing and hand shaking and we're on our way to the room)

::chuckles lightly:: Carrie, I'll tell you, that's the nicest coke dealer you'll ever meet!

Yeah, it's got all of my old stuff in there, including my swimsuit and surfboard. Saves us a trip and it's a private, clean place to shower and change. Not to mention the full kitchen, fireplace, and the view of the beach on a moonlit night.

::suddenly stops on the stairs and a shadow passes over his countenance. Starts speaking in a soft, rueful voice:: I've never really had girlfriends. I've always been afraid I'd get them hurt because of the line of business I'm in, so I've spent most of those moonlit nights alone... staring out beyond the horizon or into the fire... looking to a better time.

::abruptly snaps out of his mood::

Yeah, believe it or not, there are waves out here, even if they are little ones. I always try to do a little surfing on my longboard when I come out here. It helps me get centered.

::resumes climbing up the stairs::

::stands next to her with his hand wrapped around her waist and shares a silent moment staring out to the sea:: So beautiful... I never get tired of it.

::Snaps back to reality and takes his hand off of her hip:: Me too... I may know your dossier, but we just met today....
::puts the key in the door:: Here, let's go inside.