Bottom of a Bottle [OPEN]

[Ryder James Crowe]

If the gun shot wound hadn't made Ryder feel ill, the expression on the female's face when asked to drive the bike certainly did. The hunter grimaced and lifted a hand to rub the top of his tawny head, which was definitely a nervous tell if there ever was one. Images of the pair crashing and burning in a horrible motorcycle accident flashed across his mind like a mental drive-in movie, but he shook his skull to clear it. He was not going down like this...bleeding out like a stuck pig. "I can talk you through it." He slurred, still drunk though the fire in his limb was helping to sober him up a bit. "Climb on and I'll get on behind you." The girl looked at him like he was crazy but threw a leg over the bike and got on, and Ryder sighed and followed suit with some difficultly as his leg was going numb even as it hurt like a bitch and was leaking like the Exxon Valdez oil spill of 1989. Settling in behind her, he focused on her soft curves instead of his pain, and that actually helped ease the nausea some what. "Okay...just take a deep breath first and relax. You can't drive my baby all tense like that." He was the one bleeding out yet he sounded like a preschool teacher towards the female, and that may or may not have gotten a frown thrown back at him from her pretty face. Shifting awkwardly the hunter put his hands on her hips to hold on and went about explaining how to drive it...and where they needed to go...which was a veterinary clinic he had seen just a few blocks over. [ I hope this is okay. Its kinda' tough to explain how to drive a motorcycle so let's just say he did LOL Also if you want to like...fudge the actual drive to get them there I don't mind. <3 The vet is closed. I figgger they could break in! ]