"Who? Razor?" asked one of her bikie friends.
"Like, duh. I swear Blade, the guy like, picks up a chick at like, every damn place we go."
"Well, no, he missed Minnesota."
"Only because we were like, too busy for him to go out and pick up some hooker. And ever since then he's been like, making up for lost time."
Blade smiled at her.
"Y'know Kel? I think you're just sore that the rest of us got to bring our girlfriends along."
"Like, what girlfriend wouldn't miss her boyfriend?"
"Kel, you're dating Zac Hanson."
"And like, that's a problem how?"
"Well, it's not as if it's someone cool like -" he trailed off at Kelsey gave him a look. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."
"Oh don't gimme that." Kelsey replied. "You like, meant every word of it."
Blade shrugged and smiled.
"Let me just make something clear. You like, diss my boyfriend, I like, kick your butt through to New Mexico."
"Can I watch?" asked Dreadhead dryly.
"Only if ya wanna go next."
Dreadhead grinned.
"So, who wants to go in and tell Razor we're running out of marsh mellows, and if he wants some he'd better come out now?" Mike asked gleefully.
"Perv." His girlfriend Cindy teased.
"I say like, let him miss out. Like, it can be his punishment for like, all the noise polluting he's doin'." Kelsey declared.
"Y'know I think you're right Blade." Mike said. "Kel's just mad she ain't getting any."
"Like, go smash your head into a brick wall." she retorted.
"Guys, guys, let's try not to get into any fights tonight ok? We got a show tomorra." Blade cut in.
"Yeah." Tank agreed. "I don't know if you noticed, but I've found it's really hard to ride with a broken bone."
"Really? No kidding?" Mike replied.
"Yo! Renee!" Kelsey called. "Hand over the marsh mellows!"