Rico, unfortunately, was far too busy getting reacquainted with his old buddies to notice the short jingle emitting from his jacket pocket. Instead, the saucy Sergeant sauntered his Sanroma self up to Babs, flicking her a smirk and he stroked a hand through his hair.
"What's happenin' baby?! Shit, yer lookin' better...get your tits done again or somethin'?" Rico asked rather casually.
Babs, surprisingly, simply nodded and returned Rico's grin with one of her own. "Hell yeah, baby! Doc Broun had a sale 'bout a month ago," she said as she repositioned her two exponentially splendid mammaries with her palms. "Two fer one sale, baby! V an' Jenelle got theirs done, too."
Jeeves walked up to join them, Goggs bobbing his head behind him. "So, where we going tonight? Because if we wanna hit the bars before the Ills get at them, we better hit the shit now."
"Point taken, baby!" Rico shouted, waving a hand at Autumn to answer her question as well as he beckoned the rest forward. "I got it all planed out. We're gonna bang up ol' Johnny's place, up town. Did ya bring the rides? How's my ol' Vipster doin'?"
Babs merely smiled slyly and nodded her head down the street. Across from the Square sat four ratty-looking vehicles; two trucks, and two airbikes.
The two trucks were standard fare milktrucks, from the looks of it...they were slim little numbers, with two seats in the front and a modest cargo area in the back, both of them with chipping paint-jobs of off-green. The two airbikes, however, were a bit more diverse; one closest to the group was a sleek gray and blue design, a bit rusty and grimy here and there but overall in good shape. The other one was larger and more robust, exhaust pipes and jagged ends jutting out from the black and red exterior. This airbike, in contrast to the rest of the vehicles, looked well-cared for.
Rico looked absolutely giddy as he bounded towards the sleeker gray and blue 320 Vipster, leaping onto the seat and revving it loudly as he motioned for the rest of his posse over to the remaining vehicles. "Listen up boys! We're headin' to Johnny's Tuck...good part a' town, cheap drinks an' they don't taste half-bad! Just hop in an' let ol' Rico lead ya there!" The Sergeant laughed as he kicked off the stand, allowing the machinery beneath him to sputter to life as it roared, swinging it over violently and stopping it a few feet away from his approaching drinking buddies.
"...so, who wants a lift?"
Autumn looked at Rico curiously and then grinned at the ride, "Nice bike. I'll ride with you, babe. Haven't had something that powerful between my legs in a long time.. I kinda miss riding on an airbike. Want me on the back or in front of ya?"
Rico sent a sly grin in Autumn's direction, obviously quite amused by her comment. Rico revved his Vipster once more and laughed shortly, halting enough to let the Armorer board. "Well sweetheart, maybe just this once, ya can enjoy th view from the back, yeah?"
Autumn returned the grin and climbed easily up on to the back of Rico's bike. "Let me know if I'm holding ya too tight, babe," she commented as she wrapped her arms around his torso.