The Motorcyclists of Our Irredeemable Future. (Private RP with @Skylark)

"Association. Are you kidding?"

"Nope!" Kendall said, popping the 'p' with a grin.

"Ughhhhh wow. I actually…" Brenna smiled.

"You what?" Kendall asked, still grinning.

Brenna leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. "Nevermind."

"Oh no, now you have to tell me," Kendall demanded with a laugh. "Ya can't just leave me hanging like that."

Brenna shook her head. "Nevermind."

"Nuuuuu, tell meh!" Kendall begged, grabbing Brenna's hand. "I gotta knooooow."

"It's nothinnng."

"Tell meeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!"

"Nooooo, it's nothing."

Kendall crossed her arms and pouted. "Why won't you tell me?"

"Because," Brenna said vaguely, her gaze wandering away.

"That's not a reason."

"It's a reason now."

Kendall snorted. "I don't think so."

Brenna grinned. "I think so."

Rolling her eyes, Kendall shrugs. "Ugh fine," she sighs dramatically. "Be that way."

"I will be that way, Kendall." Brenna grinned.

Kendall can't help but grin back at her friend. "So, now what?"

Brenna shrugged. "If you didn't have work I'd suggest that we walk around the mall."

"Yeah, sorry," Kendall said. "I don't get off for another couple hours. Maybe we could hang out later? or even tomorrow."

"Later sounds good," Brenna mused with a grin.

"I get off at six, and don't have to be at the club until nine-thirty," Kendall said. "Want to grab dinner?"

Brenna smiled. "Yeah, sounds great! Then maybe after your shift, you could swing by my place?"

"Sure!" Kendall replied with a smile. "I'll probably go home and change first, though."

"Cool! So, it's a plan. What were your plans for food?"

"Well, there's a good Mexican joint I know of, does that sound alright to you?"

"Mmm, Mexican. Hell yeah!"

Kendall grinned. "Great! So how 'bout I drop by your place seven-ish?"