After an unflattering dance to wiggle into his pants, the sluggish male raided the fridge with little enthusiasm. Glass bottles clinking and spilling, various greens tossed over a shoulder for later bunny consumption, and sure enough, buried beyond weeks-old chinese rice was his original goal. Ice cold pack of drinking water, thank god Max had slipped it into his fridge last time she and Cody ganged up and deep-cleaned his ‘disgusting’ apartment. He was still a tad bit bitter that Mt. Bottlemanjaro, having taken months to make, disappeared in half a day. But at the moment, Allen was gladly ready to forgive-and-forgot for anything to help cool the thirst, the horrible morning-after thirst burning harshly in his throat. Down half the waterbottle in one go, he slinked back to his previously forgotten cellphone and heavily plopped into his starting point.
The screen only lit up indicating text responses, having been put on silent to prevent future headaches. Sipping on his drink, the now clothed male skimmed though his received answers, lips quirking at Cody’s in particular. The man knew him through and through. One team complete, as for the other two…
Blue eyes glanced up briefly as one of his rabbits found the floor vegetables and loudly squeaked her approval.
Max and the country boy will have to battle it out, Ozzy picked scissors as for the curvy female… Allen snickered at her answer. Paper. Looks like the Oz-man will be driving. The pinkette forced himself back up, throwing on the closest jacket and shoes. Luckily most dark colors match, can’t really go wrong with black and dark navy. Out of laziness, he simple sent out another mass text, {TEXT} oz and me are the winners, ozzy get max and meet me at the entrance of the highway. Imma get cody. See you all in 15. {/TEXT}
After taking several minutes to actually motivate himself to get up and out of bed, he managed himself upright throwing his legs over the side of the bed, as tanned hands rubbed soothingly at this temples. Forcing away the haze of sleep from his mind with a yawn, blue eyes scanned the floor for his pants. Bending down to pick up the previously discarded item, he quickly slid one in leg after the other before shimmy them up his legs and fastening them tightly at the fly. Leaning over to grab the phone off the nightstand he pocketed the item before sluggishly trudging across the carpeted floor and into the adjacent bathroom. Not bothering to close the door behind him and without any hesitation, Ozzy made a beeline to the porcelain throne, immediately unbuttoning the fly of his acid washed jeans before lifting the lid and properly relieving himself in the water below. Taking his own sweet time, he leaned over slightly taking a brief glance at himself in the mirror next to him before finishing up his business, flushing the toilet and readjusting himself back into his pants. Feeling the vibration of his phone via his pants pocket, he quickly washed his hands under the tap before pulling it out and flipping it open.
Contemplating over several pros and cons in context to the of the somewhat odd text message, and finding nothing better to do, Ozzy had no choice but to comply. Reaching for his toothbrush and toothpaste from the medicine cabinet with one hand, his other hand worked their best to pound out a response of the keypad.
Wait whuddid' I win? Oh, nevermy'nd.A'right, I'm gettin' ready now anywho. I'll go an' get 'er and be there in a jiffy. Jus' don't go doin' sumthin' stupid-- Well, jus' not wit'out me that is, haha~Swiftly stepping out of the bathroom and making sure to hit the send button on the keypad, he quickly slid open the door to his closet, his hand lunging out to grab at a white tank top and tear one of the many leather jackets from its’ hanger. Pulling the tank over his head and on over his arms, he instantaneously pulled his jacket on before taking a peek around the door frame, checking himself in the mirror above the sink one last time. Quickly ruffling his hair to its’ desired tussled mop, he pulled himself back into the bedroom before running into the living room, blue hues already set on his beloved boots, standing patiently on the place-mat near the door. Grabbing his helmet and keys off a small table near the door, he swiftly threw on his boots, and fastening the leather straps before turning the knob and opening the front door. Slamming and locking the door behind him he pulled a helmet of white and black over his head before making his way down the two flights of stairs out of his apartment complex and onto the sidewalk. Smirking from behind tinted glass he sauntered casually up to his steed, an shiny white and black Honda CBR 1000rr before mounting the bike and slipping the key in the ignition and turning it, the motor roaring to life moments later. Kicking up the kickstand he revved the engine loudly before finally shifting into drive and tearing rubber down the road.
Text recieved the woman groaned pushing herself out of the bed. Entrance of the highway meant she’d definitely need pants and she had a short time frame. “I don’t think any of them understand that I need more than five minutes to get ready.” Was murmured to no one in particular, going into the bathroom to clean up. Clothes were riffled through, a newly boosted wardrobe not making the decision of what to wear any easier. Hands on her hips a frustrated noise was given before she decided on clothes, hangers flying as the items were ripped off and thrown onto the bed.
Black pants were pulled on and studded leather boots were buckled about the same time she heard the tell tale noise of a motorcycle pulling up outside of her place. Window was thrown open, waving for a moment not bothered by the fact she was only clad in a bra. Yelling down to the rider that she’d be out in a minute, window was slammed shut and locked. White V neck was pulled on and cellphone pocketed, looking around to see if she was forgetting anything. The brunette grabbed jacket and helmet from the front closet, keys and wallet scooped up from the table by the door. She made it to the top of the staircase before turning around going to check if front door was locked, which it wasn’t. Having been attempting to break the bad habit ever since a snake ‘mysteriously’ appeared in her apartment, she made it down to the street. Helmet was put on and she climbed onto the motorcycle. Arms wrapped around him and side was patted to let him know it was good to go, before they were off towards the highway.
If there was one thing loved by the good-natured biker, it was games of any sort. Win or lose, he adored thrills and had a surprisingly competitive spirit often masked by his cheery attitude. If he knew Allen half as well as he thought he did, he smelled a match in the air,and one on motorcycles. He couldn’t get out the front door fast enough, grabbing nothing more than a half drained bottle of Sunny D and his phone, well aware he was likely the only of the quartet to be up and at ‘em this early in the morning.
Cody waited curbside, bouncing on the steel plated heels of his boots and staring down the street, when finally he spotted Allen’s bike. It wasn’t familiar, but he knew the pinkette’s riding style. Trying to remember his ride when it was constantly changing due to accidents wasn’t the brightest idea, so he did not bother. A gloved hand lifted and waved excitedly, turning into a for longing motion for his rapidly approaching friend, unable to wait any longer to hear the plan.
