"Excuse me? I don't think it's wise to be checking out other women when you're with your girlfriend."
Zac ignored the comment and dragged her over to what it was that caught his attention.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" he said.
"Umm, Zac? I don't know if you realised this, but it's a motorcycle."
"Yep, she sure is."
By this point, Zac was kneeling on the ground, checking her out.
"Y'know, if you're not careful, the owner's gonna come along and think you're trying to steal it."
Zac just waved a hand at her. Psy rolled her eyes.
It was funny that Psy should say that, because not long after, a leather-clad man happened to walk up to them.
"Checking out my bike I see." He commented.
"Heck yeah. She's gorgeous." Zac replied, standing up. "I sure wish I had one like her."
"Zac, you have eight other bikes at home." Psy pointed out.
The man laughed.
"Tom Clemmons." He said, extending his arm.
"Zac Hanson. Nice to meet you, and your bike."
Tom laughed.
"And you are?" he asked Psy.
"Psylocke Braddock. But everyone calls me Psy."
"Hmm. My wife feels the same way about my bikes. I too, have a bit of a collection."
"Really? Do you have a -" Zac began.
It was about then that Psy tuned out, as the guys had started their technobabble. About the only thing that Psy managed to understand was that Tom was able to give Zac a business card of the dealer that had sold him the motorcycle.
"How the heck was your wife able to stand this Zac?" Psy asked once Tom was gone.
"Well, ahh, I only had Betsy and Betty when I was married to Cassie." Zac admitted. "I started really collecting after she died. I guess it kinda served as a bit of a release for me, y'know what I'm saying?"
"Oh." Psy wasn't really sure what else to say.