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They have a thing in common when it comes to daddy issues. Maybe someday they'll swap stories. But not likely today.

"Best place and worst place so far?" He asks after a swallow of beer.

"Best? Right here. New York gives just enough anonymity when you're out. And there's no end of beautiful people," he says, "nothing like people watching here."

He thinks for a second, "The worst is Texas. It takes you more time to drive through Texas than it does to drive through multiple states in some parts of the country. That place is flat and desert and just boring as hell," he says, then grins, "they didn't like me much either, though."

He makes a vaguely agreeing sound. "Bit too preachy around there." He's spent some time outside of Houston. He's been in worse places, but he's not longing to return.

"It's a pity the winters are so miserable here. Otherwise I'd might consider settling."

"Are you looking for a place to settle?" Wylie asks. He's been asking himself that same question for some time now. Where for he want to be.

Well, with a son, he's got to be nearby right? No. The kid might have a good step dad or something but Wylie isn't so cold as to think he should abandon it. He knocked a woman up. That's his fault.

He shrugs. "Sometimes I'm considering it, yeah. But after about a year I get restless and end up moving anyway." So yeah, they've got restlessness in common.

"Figured I couldn't be the only one," he says. He's finished off his beer in record time so when the servers comes back for their order he can get another one.

"Alright, batman. Let's hear a little more about you," he smiles, "you leave a broken heart in every town you leave?"

"Nope. At least none that I know of." He's had the odd adventure here and there, but really only one major relationship ever since he started moving around. And she left him rather than the other way around. "I probably work too much to bother." All work and no play, indeed.

"Ah, I'm sure we can fix that. Give you some fun to break up that bouncer act. You've probably seen enough drunk fools to last a lifetime," he suggests. Oh good a second beer shows up for him.

"There's gotta be more you haven't told me," he says. Wylie will always pry.

Warren is still only about halfway through his first beer. But then he doesn't really like to drink all that much. When one can set fire to things with just a thought, it's better to keep a clear head.

"Not at all. I can totally sum up my life in three minutes. Can't you?" Yep, he does sarcasm. "What do you want to know?"

He's at least slowed down on the second one. For the most part, Wylie can hold his liquor.

"Oh yeah, totally," he replies with equal amounts of sarcasm. "I want to know whatever you would tell me if you were trying to impress me."

"That would imply that I felt a need to impress you." Which he really doesn't. It kind of seemed like he'd done that already. "But for the sake of playing along? Let's see..."

There was of course the obvious I-can-set-myself-on-fire thing, but that wasn't going to enter the conversation. What else did he have?

"The freerunning you've already seen. Been into that for seven years. Been playing guitar since I was about eight. I ride a Harley, and I've kinda lost track of how many hours I've spent at the tattoo parlor." The flames around his wrists hinted now and had been fully visible earlier when he'd been in a t-shirt. But whatever else he had was covered up.

"You've got a Harley?" he asks, looking kind of impressed. That's cool to find someone else who has that many things in common with him. "I drive a Ducati," he says with a grin.

Wylie plays guitar and also has tattoos, but his aren't quite right in your face like those flames on Warren's arms. He's not sure exactly what his comparison is. Wylie doesn't spend a lot of money on body accessories. Not to say he doesn't love to get them done.

"You keep getting more and more attractive, man. You doing that on purpose?" he asks with a grin.

"I've got a 2012 Night Rod, yeah." A bike he completely fell in love with a year ago and bought it even though he'd had to live on noodles for a couple of months. It was worth it.

Completely ignoring the comment about him getting more and more attractive, he instead focuses on the topics of bikes. "A Ducati, you said? Which kind?"

Guess this guy wants to skip the compliments. That's not going to stop Wylie from saying anything. He's of course going to keep going.

"2009 Multistrada 1100 S. Nothing too special, really. Planned on selling it and trying something else. It's not the greatest thing to travel distances on given that it's a sports bike," he says.

Warren has never been good at accepting compliments. SO rather than stutter out some kind of half-formed thank you, he says nothing. It's simpler. Perhaps not better, but simpler.

"Yeah, can imagine not." Sports bikes are fun and all, but to spend a lengthy time on? There are better things for that. "What are you looking to get?"

"I haven't decided yet," he replies, looking thoughtful. "Harleys are really the way to go when it comes to doing any traveling on, I think. Anything else is way far out of my price range."

Granted, that's a price range he's set for himself, not anything else. He's got the money for whatever he feels like, probably.

Food arrives, and Warren takes the chance to order another beer.

"Unless you have too many of those," he gestures at Wylie's own bottle, "I might let you on mine for a test drive."

Wylie holds up both his hands at him then, "I will stop drinking right now if that's the case," he smiles, "You gonna ride bitch for me?" That one was really meant to be just teasing, not more than that.

However, the concept of a test drive appeals to him and Wylie is wondering what else he could be test driving tonight. Maybe this guy will go for it. Maybe not.

That comment earns Wylie a look that clearly says 'not on your life!'

"I was thinking of borrowing your Ducati." A ride to perhaps outside of town? Less typically date-y, more relaxed. Doesn't sound bad to Warren.

Wylie lets out a snort of a laugh. No, probably wouldn't be something he was looking for.

"I think that could be arranged, then," he smiles across the table, starting to eat his food off his plate now. He's thinking it would be a great date and relaxed thing to do. He's looking forward to it.

That means the current beer is the last, but there's no problem with that. They eat and drink up, pay up, and leave.

"You want a ride to wherever you're staying, or should I meet you somewhere?" Let Wylie be the one to ride bitch.

Fun fact about Wylie: he will absolutely ride bitch. He has no problem doing that. In fact, the second the offer is up there, Wylie is taking it.

"I'll take a ride, yeah," he says stepping into him a little, "I"m staying at the economy Inn a couple blocks north of here."

It doesn't take too long to walk to where Warren is living. Wylie might get a peek of Warren's apartment while he's up to fetch his helmet. Brick walls and high ceiling and windows, kind of small but nice. Then it's down to the basement and the garage there.

And there it is, matte black and chrome with orange accents and in perfect condition. Obviously Warren takes care of his bike.

He gets on and waits for Wylie to do the same.

Wylie takes some time to check out the guys place, taking note of what it looks like, getting an idea of what kind of stuff he keeps around. He's got some good style. Wylie is pretty jealous of this place, actually.

They head down and immediately Wylie is checking out the bike, taking a look at it and scoping it out. He'd be so glad to drive this thing. This is turning out a better date than he thought.

And then he's climbing on the back of it, settling into the seat and not even acting shy about wrapping an arm around Warren's waist.

Warren spares a though that he's being held on to rather tightly. But that's alright.

The bike rumbles to life under them, and they're off. While navigating through the inner city traffic, Warren is a fairly calm and steady driver. He'd love to leave the city core to get to open her up, but he's not stupid enough to do that in a crowded place like this.

Soon enough they arrive at the Inn.