Get out of here, loser.

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“Well, if you aren’t in the Bronx anymore, what brought you here, anyway? Maybe we could head for where you’re livin’ now. Bet there’s more to see there.”

Dash continued to loosely hold onto the other woman as she rode through traffic, working to make sure she was heard over the bike and the wind.

“Unless you’re livin’ in some tiny little burg now. But I can’t see you settling down for a quiet, boring, life.”

“I said I’m not that far. It doesn’t mean I don’t come in the city,” she said. Gilda hated to admit it, but she didn’t live in the most exciting place. She lived right outside of the city, right around where t dies down. Her one bedroom apartment wasn’t exactly making anyone envious, but she was lucky she could afford it. At least it was hers, and her own. But she didn’t gloat about it.

“You’re sure you wouldn’t rather see Times Square? It’s got all kinds of flashing lights. I’m sure you’d be very amused.”

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“C’mon, Gilda. You know me. I guess the statue is pretty cool if you’re into that. But I need to see something… at least twenty percent cooler. You know?”

Bringing her knees up to keep her feet off the ground, she’d loosely hold onto Gilda, contenting herself to ride bitch for now. Not her preferred spot on a bike, but… it couldn’t be helped.

“Besides, I was fuckin’ STARVING. And I smelled pizza. You do the math.”

“We have parks. Museums. Cemeteries. A zoo,” Gilda stated. “I’m pretty certain there isn’t an amusement park, so I don’t know how appealing those are to you. There’s a few clubs too, but I don’t know if they’re your type of clubs. Plus, you have enough firewater to kill me already. How much more do you need to drink?”

She leaned forward over her handlebars. “I don’t that much time in the Bronx now that I don’t have to live here. Even if I don’t live far. Still, it’s pretty boring.” Gilda straightened herself out again. “But then again, some people claim I don’t get out much.”

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Verinya turned the hoodie over in her hands for a moment before putting it on. It was snug, but fit well enough.

“Close enough. But still, you’ll want it,” she said. “Alright, let’s get going.” Gilda waved her hand to follow as she headed towards the front door.

After locking it behind them and checking her pockets for her wallet, they set off. It wasn’t freezing outside, but it was cool enough for jackets. But Gilda knew they were more for where they were headed.

Eventually they approached the joint—some local sports bar and grill. Gilda held the door for Verinya and walked herself into the place. The AC was cranked up high, just as she remembered. “This place isn’t the best, but it’s by no means the worst. I come here every once in a while, if I want to each out and am too lazy to drive. I usually get a burger or something. Not much of a steak person. Only occasionally,” she said. She wondered if Verinya knew what a burger was.

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