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I rode behind Norman's black chopper on a basically empty highway. Occasionally, a couple motorcycles would drive by, and we'd stick our left hands out. It was a classic biker greeting. Norman was leading the way through the countryside, driving up a mountain. The further we went up the mountain, the fewer bikes and cars we saw. I checked my gas gage, seeing it almost empty. I needed gas.

To signal Norman, I honked my horn. He glanced over his left shoulder, and I pointed at my gas gage. He gave a little thumbs up, and focused on driving.

About ten minutes later, we came up to a gas station. Pulling up to one of the pumps, I killed my bikes engine. Norman pulled up behind me, and did the same. Setting my helmet on the seat, I grabbed the cheapest option for gas. While filling my bike, I glanced at Norman, who was also filling his tank.

"How much longer?" I asked. "My ass hurts."

"Not much, sweetheart. And do you want me to massage it for you?" He asked, arching an eyebrow at me. I laughed a little, although I wouldn't exactly mind him touching me there. "I'm just kidding." He added. I rolled my eyes.

"Aw, you sure honey?" I asked, smirking at him. "After all, you did say I have a nice ass back in the motel." I pointed out.

"That was a compliment." He declared. "I wasn't gonna say you have a flat ass."

"Do I have a flat ass?" I challenged. He shook his head.

"If you really want me to grab your ass, let me know hon." He said. I laughed a little.

"Oh, I'll hold you up to that." I stated, smirking at him. He nodded, and that's when I heard the gas nozzle click, signaling that my tank was full. Pulling it out, I set it back, and started towards the building. Norman followed close behind me.

Entering the store, I was greeted with the sound of a bell. The store was small, with a few shelves full of items like snack foods, energy drinks, oil options for cars and bikes, and, (my personal favorite) liquor. At the counter, was a hillbilly looking man. He had a long, grayish blonde mullet, a scrawny body, missing teeth; yep. Stereotypical redneck. I made my way over to the snacks. I glanced over my shoulder at Norman, who was browsing the cigarettes.

"Does Sean like beer?" I asked. Since I was being invited to basically live with these guys, may as well bring a housewarming gift.

Norman looked at me like I just grew a second head. "Of course. We're lonely men who live in the mountains. That's why we have internet and beer." He stated, selecting a pack of cigarettes.

"Any preferences?" I questioned, browsing the beers. It was surprising to see so many different options for just a single beer brand.

"If the got Bud Light, get it. It's the closest to his favorite." Norman declared, going towards the snack food section. I opened up one of the liquor freezers and was greeted with a cold gust of wind. Goosebumps raising on my arms, I grabbed two six packs of beer.

"What's his favorite?" I asked.

Norman shrugged. "Some Irish drink. I dunno how the hell he got Irish liquor, but it's his favorite."

"Ah." Glancing back at the beers, I noticed something in the very back. Setting the boxes of bud light down, I reached for it. I pulled out a box called Guinness. Sounds Irish. I mused, and put one of the Bud Light boxes back. I went back to Norman, who was browsing the junk food. He was holding his cigarettes, two bags of tortilla chips, salsa, and two candy bars.

"Get a candy bar if you want one." He stated, going towards the counter. I quickly grabbed a Butterfinger before following him. He was setting the food items on the counter. He glanced at me, and grabbed the things from my hands. "What'd you want for dinner?"