particlegirl:

It had been entirely an impulse purchase, but it was the exact same bike she'd had back home.  The damn serial number had even been the same and maybe that is what had sent MC over the edge.  It didn't matter that it needed work; it was hers.

Except...while she could get the bike running, the baby blue 1979 Harley Davidson Sportster had some structural issues.  Namely...it wouldn't drive straight and MC wasn't entirely certain how to fix that and she didn't have a whole lot of resources that took a petite redhead seriously. Not here.  There was only one person she could think of.

Half an hour later, she'd tracked down Lysi and pulled up (or rather skidded dangerously up) to her curb.

hellfireprince:

After a busy few days, Julian has to get back to the business of running his businesses. Ideas to pitch and people to meet, after all. Today's appointment with Carolyn Fisk was a long time in coming. They'd spoken briefly at a few charity events and other happenings in New York, which was where Julian had first become intrigued in the idea of working with her. She came from a wealthy family and he was also scouting out her potential for another venture down the line.

He arrived for their dinner meeting wearing his finest Black Armani suit, his metallic cane in hand and waited at their table in the most private room Del Frisco's Double Eagle Steakhouse had to offer. The wine would arrive only minutes after she does, and Julian reads a bit of the stock reports while he waits for Carolyn to make her entrance.