TwelveOf8

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

@RhythmloidThanks for the support.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

Charles sat in a black Cadillac limo that sat across the road from the clubhouse. Indeed Charles sat there the entire time the party raged inside. He wasn't alone though, for he had a little party going on as well. A group of girls kept him company, and these girls, suffice it to say, aimed to please. But little time passed when Charles decided that he grew tired of their company, both physically and mentally.

It was after Charles dismissed the party girls that he made the anonymous call. The particular model of limo he rode in had a built in car phone, cutting edge technology. It made him feel like quite the powerful businessman.

A little while after Charles made his call, the gang of Slicks showed up at the club house. It seemed that his little experiment yielded a less than ideal result however, since most of the Slicks were too afraid to show up. It seemed that their gang was less united, less loyal, than the Turbos. So it came to pass that Charles confirmed that he indeed backed the right horse. That the Salt Bay Turbos were his best bet when it came to fulfilling his narcissistic little ambition.

It was during his third glass of scotch that he spied Rolo and Corinne peeling off down the road on one of those cheap looking bikes. Indeed Charles' curiosity was piqued. The party didn't seem to be going anywhere anyway. And who knows? Perhaps that fat tub of lard was heading somewhere secret? He did have a girl with him after all. Things were starting to get interesting.

"Driver, follow that motorcycle." ordered Charles.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

@RhythmloidSorry, I'll stop posting random future funk songs.

Anyways, I'm thinking about entering that writing competition on this site. The "Twelve Labours" writing contest. It seems difficult yet fascinating. I'll probably get creamed though. But one must always aim high, no matter how lowly one feels about oneself.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

"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.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

"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.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

@RhythmloidI like this one as well m.youtube.com/watch?v=rj2_SMsyAbw

From Oscar to Rasberry — The Hilarious Film Synopsis Thread V.2

Trolls 2

They're eating her, and then they're going to eat me. Oh my Gooooodddddd!

GAME: Crush A Wish

Everyone in the world gains one thing in particular that makes them happy. The world stays its same miserable self because happiness is fleeting. People continue to search and strive for the next thing that'll make them happy. Life goes on unchanged. You've wasted your wish.

I wish my cereal doesn't get soggy when I leave it for too long.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

"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.