[IC] The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

[Rhythmloid]

Corrine groans. "What the-? Rolo? H-hey whoa! Calm down I'm fine! Honest! I just needed some air!" She said, trying her best to comfort a worried Rolo.

"Oh, please don't cry! I'm Ok! Really! I just can't be around too many people! I didn't mean to make you worry! Oh no, what have I done?! Corrine hugs Rolo tightly. She didn't mean to make him worried. But it felt nice to have someone so concerned for her in a not too overprotective way.

"Let's wipe your face before anyone sees." She reaches into her bag and takes out a pink embroidered handkerchief. She gently wipes his face and smiles. "See? All better! You don't have to worry about me anymore!"

[TwelveOf8]

Rolo had no words. All he could do was hold Corinne. All he felt like doing was holding Corinne. All he ever wanted to do was hold Corinne. And so they sat, outside the clubhouse, on the grass together, holding each other. The stars themselves twinkled on this heartwarming scene. The breeze itself blew both gently and soothingly, caressing all that it touched. Truly a perfect moment.

"Do you wanna split?" Rolo asked.

"I can take you anywhere you want." Rolo assured.

[Rhythmloid]

Corrine nearly melted in his arms. She felt at ease being near him. She didn't want to let go. She let out a happy sigh. But everything good must come to an end sometime.

"I'd like that a lot. Where should we go? Every place I know is closed." It was late at night. The only place that might be open would be the liquor store. Where could they go without getting in trouble? Corrine thought for a moment, then came up with an idea.

"Let's go to the beach! We can have the whole place to ourselves! I know a special place where we can stay, too." Corrine smiles.

[TwelveOf8]

"I don't think it's a good idea to wander these streets at night. There's all kinds of geeks, weirdos, and hobos wondering around." Rolo warned.

"There's even an old creepy dude who shows his withered old dick to people." Rolo explained.

"I can protect you, no problem. It's just that there are some things I don't want you to see, ya know. Seeing as how you're so sweet and innocent and all. And I wanna keep having fun with you, and stuff." Rolo explained further.

"You seem very tired. Maybe I should take you home?" Rolo asked.

[Rhythmloid]

"NO! No, don't take me home! I wanna stay! Please don't take me home!" She begs. If any of her brothers found out she was out at a party and a boy was taking her home, they would be furious! She wouldn't be allowed to see Rolo again! The only one who would let her would be Antonio, but even he can get protective.

"Let's just stay here and chat. I'm sure no body else will come around here. It'll just be you and me." she smiles.

"We can just lay down and look up at the sky and do whatever!"

[TwelveOf8]

"Sure thing Corinne. Anything for you." Rolo answered.

And so they continued to cuddle whilst looking up at the sparkling twilight. The muffled sounds of music and laughter was very soothing to Rolos ears. It was like listening to a large, mostly drunken family getting along famously and having a blast. Their shindig at this hip new joint was truly the best party Rolo himself had ever been to. Way better than that party where he got lucky with his ex girlfriend for the first time. But she was gone now, and good riddance. She was probably in a dumpster somewhere, lying with the other trash, Rolo thought bitterly. But Rolo had Corinne now, which was what truly mattered.

An unknown amount of time passed when a few motorcycles pulled up out the front of the club house. A commotion could be heard between the guys at the door and these mysterious bikers. It couldn't be them, Rolo thought to himself. No way would they ever be stupid enough to take the Salt Bay Turbos on in the heart of their turf. But these were strange times for the gang after all.

"Corinne, listen to me." whispered Rolo.

"I think there's some trouble brewin with a rival gang. It'd probably the Slicks, those wannabe dweebs." Rolo explained.

"I need you to go into the girls bathroom and wait until I give the signal. I'll send some chick to give you the safe word when everything's all cool again alright?" instructed Rolo.

"What would you like the safe word to be?" asked Rolo.

[Rhythmloid]

Corrine looks at him worriedly."Rolo? What's wrong? I'm scared... She has a bad feeling in her gut. Something bad was going to happen. She sighs and hugs him tightly.

"Tell whom ever that the safe word is peaches. And please stay safe! I dont know what I would do if you got hurt." She races to the bathroom, not without giving Rolo a worried smile. She locks herself in and sits in the corner, praying that everything would be ok.

She's used to these types of situations. Her brother Antonio would bring her a long to some of his gangs hide out places while he was babysitting her. Gangs would come and try to beat up 'The Dragons' but all would fail. Anotio always told her to hide far away. She would hide in nearby junk from the junkyard or run all the way home. She knew that this could be handled with words or become serious and fists would start flying.

[TwelveOf8]

Knowing that Corinne was safe gave Rolo peace of mind. He strode around the corner of the clubhouse to find a small group of about six slicks members at the entrance. The gang members were really getting in the faces of the two doormen, shouting threats and obscenities. Things started to look real heated. Fists could begin flying at any moment. Something had to be done.

"Excuse me fellas, but no loser wannabe greasers were invited. Now kindly fuck off. Or people are gonna get hurt, and it's not gonna be us." Rolo threatened.

"Oh yeah!?" replied one of the Slicks.

None of their guys were as tall as Rolo. But together though, they were an intimidating group.

"Look what we have here. The Salt Gay Turbos fatass." taunted one of the Slicks.

"I get it. We ain't playin nice. That's fine by me." replied Rolo. He cracked his knuckles in anticipation.

"Get him!" yelled one of the Slicks.

Rolo was able to punch two of them down but the other four had him pinned to the wall. Roll couldn't move his arms. He was completely defenceless.

"What're ya gonna do now, fat boy?" taunted a Slick.

"You better hope I don't get loose." Rolo threatened.

"Or what, piggly wiggly?"

Suddenly the clubhouse doors burst open. All the Salt Bay Turbos at the party gathered to form a large group. At the head of this group was Chet, with Switch and Divo at his left and right.

"Or you'll be in a world of hurt." threatened Chet.

"The big fella hits hard." said Divo.

"You'll be feelin it for days." added Switch.

"We saw your lame little display earlier today! Got somethin to say!?" yelled one of the Slicks. He had short red hair.

"Yeah, the Royals are back." replied Chet.

"This ain't over! One day, your lame little group will mess up. And when they do, your ass will be mine." threatened the red headed Slick.

"Get in line little cup cake. You'll be waiting a while. The Salt Bay Turbos ain't never gonna lose to a bunch of losers like you." announced Chet.

The entire group let out a mighty cheer. The small group of Slicks looked more then a little intimidated. They began to back away towards their bikes.

"Let's go boys! You squares ain't worth it." said the red headed Slick.

"Whatever losers." replied Chet.

Rolo was released from the wall. He stretched his arms, getting rid of the pins and needles.

"The next time I see any of you dweebs around here imma bash some heads!" roared Rolo.

The Slicks scrambled onto their bikes quickly upon Rolos threat.

"Screw you guys!" one of the Slicks yelled as they sped off down the road.

"What was that all about boss!?" asked Divo.

"Fuck if I know. Let's get back to the party boys!" Chet announced.

The Salt Bay Turbos let out yet another cheer. A very loud and boisterous one.

Everyone made their way back into the clubhouse. The party was still going on, like nothing happened. A group of girls waited near the entrance though. Waiting anxiously for their dates.

Rolo took a random girl to the side.

"You, there's a girl hiding in the girls bathroom. Tell her peaches ok!?" demanded Rolo.

"A-alright." the girl replied.

[Rhythmloid]

Corrine could hear laughter coming from the entrance. Did they win? Or did they lose and those bikers came to take over? Corrine could feel her heart pine. What if something happened to Rolo? What if he got hurt?! She felt like crying. The first person she had ever liked could have been hurt and she couldn't do anything about it. It was an awful feeling.

Tears were welling up in her eyes. Before she could start to cry, someone knocked on the bathroom door.

"Uh... Peaches?" The voice said, quite confused. Corrine jolted up and nearly ran out the door.

"T-Thank you! Thank you so much!" She thanked the girl at the door and ran outside to where Rolo and her were hanging out.

[TwelveOf8]

Rolo embraced Corinne as soon as he saw her. He had no idea how scared she was, but he could tell she was shaken up. Corinne was an excitable little thing, that she was.

"Aww that's so cute!" commented the random girl that Rolo sent to fetch Corinne.

"Don't worry, nothing bad happened. Just some wieners making noise. It won't happen again. They know we mean business." placated Rolo.

"It's been a big night for you. Ya sure you don't want to go home? At least have a drink, please." Rolo urged.

No doubt the gang has had much wilder nights than that. But it wasn't himself that Rolo was concerned for. Could Corinne ever truly become a part of his life? Such a question Rolo seriously needed to ponder. It seemed that Rolo pondered things more often these days.

[Rhythmloid]

"Please! No! I wanna stay a little longer! I wanna stay with you!" She begs once more. She knows her brothers might find out she had left. She doesn't want the night to end. Just a little longer, she tells herself, just a little longer.

"Please don't leave me! Please..." She continues to grip onto him tighter. She knows that if her brothers find out about Rolo she won't be able to go to Salt Bay High any longer. She'll be stuck in the house with tutors and chores. She won't be able to go outside as much. She won't be able to see her new friends. What hurts the most is that she won't be able to see Rolo any more.

"Rolo... could I ask you a question? It's kinda important. B-but if you don't want to answer that's fine! I-I'll even let you ask me a question if you want! It's been bugging me for a little while now and I want answers..."

[TwelveOf8]

"Aww, she doesn't wanna leave." said the random girl again.

"Excuse me miss, we're having a private conversation here." said Rolo.

"Oh, sorry!" apologised the random girl.

The random girl then pranced away like a deer on a sugar rush. Indeed with Corinne, there was always a sugar rush. Rolo was almost too afraid to do anything even remotely risqué with her. But as the old saying goes, only time would tell.

"Alright little lady. Do you want to go to the bar? Or maybe you wanna dance again? We could request a slow dance song this time, if you want." Rolo offered.

[Rhythmloid]

"I wanna hang out with you. Just you and me. Alone." Corrine's voice is much less cheery than usual. That sweet tone is gone, but her high pitched voice is still there. She grabs his hand and squeezes it tightly.

"I um... well... how do I ask this... She blushes and looks down at her shoes. For once, she's at a loss for words. She's doesn't quite know how to ask him. It should be so easy! Why can't she just say what she wants?

[TwelveOf8]

"I think I know a place where we could go. It's kinda out of the way. Ain't nobody gonna be skulkin around or nothin. But it's a Salt Bay Turbo secret. I'm ain't gonna tell if you're not." Rolo said mischievously.

Rolo knew that Corinne would be betray him. But it was the trust the crew had in him that Rolo was concerned about. Bringing a girl he just met to the secret place didn't exactly make him out to be the most trustworthy person. But then again, when have outlaws ever been trustworthy? Honour among thieves is myth after all.

"We could leave right now if you want." Rolo offered.

Full of passion and bravado, Rolo saw not the error of his ways. He felt truly reckless that night. Such a devil-may-care attitude preceded trouble more often than not. But danger was the furthest thing from Rolos mind.

[Rhythmloid]

"R-really? Let's go! Right now!" Her face lights up and she jumps up and down. She thought this time would never come! Nothing to distract him, nothing to take him away from her, she finally had him all to herself.

"Oh! I promise I won't tell! I'm really good at keeping secrets. It was true. If she didnt lie she wouldn't be able to have as much fun as she did. What her brothers dont know won't hurt them, right? It was only a party.

[TwelveOf8]

"I don't doubt that sweet thing. I'm just gonna go clear something up with the boss first." said Rolo.

Roll left Corinne for a few moments to look for Chet. The band up on stage was now playing a new jazzy tune. By this point in the party, people were either slow dancing or making out. Rolo discovered Chet was in the latter group. He and that girl were really going at it like it was going out of style.

Rolo decided to walk back to Corinne. He didn't want to look like a square. Being the baddest outlaw group in town meant being cool at all times. And besides, Chet was his gang leader, not his mother. Not that Rolo obeyed his mother anyway. Well, at least he liked to think he didn't.

"Alright Corinne baby, let's split. I hope you don't give a damn about safety or nothin cuz you're ridin on the back of my bike, and I don't have a helmet. So if we crash, your head is soup city. But I'm the best rider in town babe. Nothin to worry about." explained Rolo.

[Rhythmloid]

"Yes! I ride motorcycles all the time with my big brothers! Antonio said I could take his motorcycle once he teaches me! I wanna see what yours looks like!"

She could hardly wait. She thought they were walking to this special place. It must have been far away. But if it meant being with Rolo, she didnt care. She could go half way across the country and still be fine.

[TwelveOf8]

"Alright little lady, follow me." said Rolo.

The love struck duo left the club house and the happenin party behind. Man, Rolo thought, he wished he could stick around all night. It was the funnest party he had ever been to. But Corinne wanted to leave, so his hands were tied.

"See you Rolo, and thanks." said one if the doormen.

"Anytime, you know I like to hurt me some Slicks." replied Rolo.

Rolo took Corinne to the fleet of motorcycles out the front. There were about a dozen of them, all coloured black, all of the same make and model. There were people making out over here as well, leaning on their cars and such. Some raunchy and suggestive sounds emanated from a car nearby that had some particularly steamy Windows. It seemed someone was getting lucky.

"Well here it is, my baby." said Rolo.

He gestured towards one of the black Harley-Davidson FLs.

"Hop on, imma take you for a ride." Rolo invited.

[Rhythmloid]

Corrine looks away from the couples around her. She felt like she was invading their privacy. They shouldn't even be doing that here anyway! Her face turns bright red.

"W-won't people get caught? Or at least care that others are here as well? Oh dear... I-I'm really embarrassed c-could we please hurry? This is really..." She starts to stutter incoherently. It was too lewd for her. She hung around Antonio quite a bit but it was too raunchy for her. She wanted to leave as soon as possible.

[TwelveOf8]

"Well Corinne, that's what it's like when you party with us hehehe." replied Rolo.

In truth, this wasn't even the most lewd and inappropriate thing he had ever seen at a party. But it was Corinnes first time in his world. Perhaps, Rolo thought, maybe it'll be her last. Who knows, maybe Corinne could fall into the life, though Rolo wasn't sure if that would be the best thing for her. He felt that he had to be vigilant when it came to the protection of Corinnes innocence. Whether that would affect his relationship with the rest of gang, who could know for sure.

Rolo mounted his Harley then ignited its engine. It roared to life like a bull, a super fast meachnical bull. Rolo never got tired of that sound, even after all this time. Most of his fondest moments were had on that bike. The first time he ever felt truly free was when he rode her for the very first time. But that was all ancient history.

"Hop on little lady, and hold tight!" ordered Rolo.