"Well, it wasn't my bike, originally. She was well taken care of long before I got her." That would have been her father, but Thirteen wasn't divulging that tidbit. There was only so much she was willing to share with someone she barely knew. "I carry on the legacy." Another sip of her whiskey, "And she handles beautifully."
Ah, so it was the BMW S1000RR. "So you had it in Japan?" That explains her confusion. The Acanthus had thought Galina was talking about some Japanese model. "You lived there?" And another case of a motorcycle passed from father to daughter? Small world.
She turned her attention to her fellow Awakened, "The winters are fairly mild, actually. A bit colder than here, aye. Difference in altitude. Here's it's wetter." It did rain a lot in Sac Town this time of year.
Thirteen looked at the offered poker chips a moment, then shrugged. "Keep 'em. You earned 'em." Luck wasn't with her at that table, and perhaps, as an Enchantress, she felt the need to respect that. It wasn't a big loss, anyway, and she still netted a profit for the evening. She could afford to magnanimous.
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