Riding High

Surprise, motherfuckers!

I realized after almost 1000 words that this fic mentions a football game but ALSO takes place in the buttfuck middle of July. It's post-COVID though...whenever the hell that is, so we can just assume that, in this AU, the sports seasons are fucked beyond recognition(much like everything else in this modern world).

This thing was supposed to go out a lot earlier, too. It really was. But lately, whatever higher power out there has been treating me like I'm a piñata and they are a troubled 13-year-old wielding a baseball bat on their birthday. And that 13-year-old has some serious EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE.

Let's just say I've learned that there is no God. Only cranberry juice and COVID :)

Ah, well. I digress. Just go on and enjoy the story~

Due to the fact that your narrator's inner demons just keep giving her more ideas for these damn things, our next one-shot takes place on a warm summer evening in July.

The sun was not too far from setting beneath the horizon, bathing the grand city of LA in a warm yellowish, glow. There was a light breeze to accompany the summer heat, making the outside air just bearable enough to walk around in, despite the scorching ball of fire hanging overhead.

Plenty of folks were getting out that day, spending the rest of their evening taking in some fresh air, or just leaving the house for the hell of it while the weather was still this damn beautiful. Which, by chance, just so happens to be what our two protagonists are up to in this grand old fic.

One of the county's most honorable and respected judges, Jonas Laski, was currently dragging another member of LA's esteemed judicial personnel, Albert Campbell, into his garage by the sleeve of his sweater.

"Oh come on! It'll be fun!" He told a doubtful-looking judge Campbell, grabbing his spare helmet and tossing it to the man. Jonas then shrugged on his favored leather jacket from where he held it in the crook of one arm.

"I don't know, Jonas. I don't think I've ever done anything like this before..." Albert told the other judge, sparing a lingering glance to the motorcycle helmet in his hands, apprehension visible in his features. The sandy-haired judge was acting as if he were being pressured into bungee jumping off of the fucking Empire State.

"And? There's gotta be a first time for everything, you know." The bald man retorted as he finished buttoning the sleek black jacket. With quite a spring in his step, Jonas then bounded to the corner of his rather spacious garage to open the large door that separated the area from the outside world before turning his attention to the red Harley Davidson that sat in the middle of the room.

"I just don't think it's the best idea. I've never ridden something so small," Campbell went on, continuing to stare at Laski's motorcycle with concern. His bald companion just hopped onto the shiny, mechanical object, obviously unwilling to take no for an answer. "Can't we just go back inside and finish watching the game?"

True, Jonas had been the one to pull Albert off his comfortable spot on the man's couch and away from the Cheeto Puffs and pretzels they'd been scarfing down whilst watching the Chicago Bears get absolutely crushed by the Eagles in order to coerce the man into taking a ride with him on that metallic monstrosity. And, not to mention the sudden interruption of his enjoyment of Jonas's air-conditioned living room. Which, with each passing second the hot California air blew against his face, he was really beginning to miss.

"What for? We both know who's gonna win this one! And the fact that they're still even trying at all is starting to depress me." Laski retorted from where he was keeping the bike standing, having gotten his keys out and ready to go. On literally anybody else, his whole hardened biker look would have appeared pretty damn intimidating, between the man's tough leather jacket and boot cut jeans. It was all tied together, of course, with the decent-sized Harley he was sitting in the driver's seat of, and the jet-black helmet he kept in one hand.