"Grateful one, aren't ya?" he mumbled, rolling his eyes. "Hold on, it's in the back."

Once they exited the bar, Desmond veered to the back, coming back after a minute with his bike. It wasn't glamorous, but it was certainly sleek, a shiny black and red. There was a good amount of scratches adorning it, from use of its previous and current owner.

"Well, here she is," Desmond said, swinging his leg over the seat. "All aboard."