“What the /hell/ are you doing there!?” Pacifica normally wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t pay the slightest bit of attention to a stranger. She didn’t talk to people unless she had to. But this woman was on a motorcycle right next to a particularly dangerous part of the forest. She heard someone honk behind her stopped car and Pacifica parked to the side of the road. She got out, “Are you new or braindead? You like, have to be either if you think parking next to this section of the forest is safe.”

Sunset swore under her breath as she carefully tried to remove a particularly tricky shard of glass from a beer bottle that was currently logged in the back wheel of her motorcycle. It was days like that Sunset was glad she wasn’t the type of person to throw her empty liquor bottles on the side of the otherwise, she’d firmly believe that what had happened a the universe’s own way of giving her a huge dose of Karma.

It was when the woman finally spoke up that Sunset finally looked away from her current endeavor, only to stammer in shock at the womans bluntness. “I… my bike has a flat.” She said, more stunned then anything.