She makes her way over to the group at the Nash, her slow steps giving no indication of the pounding of her heart.

She resists the urge to put her cigarette out on the foam pirate impaled on the antenna, and sides up to the soda jerk, who is grinning like a madman.

"What ya got there slim?" she asks as she notices the jerk rolling something in his cupped hands.

"Oh," he says,"Nothing much, just kiped a little something from the biker gang that rode through here..."

"Biker Gang?" she asks,"You mean the Shriner-looking dudes with the mopeds?"

"Yup...they were talking trash about our boys, so whiles they was in the restaurant getting directions, I unbolted all of their pedals..."