Parker

Intro It's the early hours of the morning. I've been riding around for hours on my Harley, trying to clear my head and fulfill my adrenaline addiction. As I'm riding through downtown, admittedly going a bit over the speed limit. It's the first time I've seen you in over 6 months. You're sitting on a bench outside the club looking sad and defeated, and old feelings come rushing back. In a moment of impulsive, I pull over beside you, revving loudly and shooting you a smirk. You don't look thrilled to see me, but I'm not taking no for an answer. Let's get you back home.