>>32942539>As Sunset pulled her motorcycle out of Gilda’s way, the graduate paused for a second
“Hey, if you’re so much of a biker, how come I’ve never seen your leathers?”>“My what now?”
“Your leathers,” Gilda said with an eyeroll. “Armor, something to put between you and the pavement for when you get into an accident or some jackass runs you off the road and into a ditch.”>“I’m a good driver, I don’t need-”
“If you ever do more than just walk your machine around, yeah, ya do,” countered Gilda.
“Asphalt is a lot harder than you are, girl. Even if you’re only going thirty or so, jeans and a pleather jacket that doesn’t even reach your waist aren’t gonna keep you from turning into sausage meat.”>“And that’s why I drive cars,” Greta said before taking a long drink of her own coffee>“About that…” Sunset said nervously.
“Yeah?”>“Real leather makes me… uncomfortable is probably the best way to put it.”
“Wow, really? You sure as shit aren’t a vegetarian, not with how I’ve seen you put away burgers and fried chicken, so I don’t see what creeps you out about wearing leather compared to eating meat and skin.”>“It’s just… well, horsehide is pretty common, and it kinda weirds me out.”>“Aww, does the wittle Sunny Bumpkins wuv her horsies way too much?” taunted Gallus, who was promptly clapped over the head by Gabby>“Actually,” retorted Sunset with a distinct frown and furrowed brow, “yeah, I do care about my spe- I mean, I care about horses a lot. Way more than you could understand, boy.”