Clubbing Til Early Hours (Irvines only)

It was a little hard to hear over the dull roar of the thumping music but Jack was almost positive that he could hear the woman in front of him literally growling for him. Well that was a good sign to him, animal passion and all that. He grinned a little,

"Yer a smar' girlie I'll give yer tha." he teased, winking at her again, "So let's get goin. We ain't gunna have fun with these people watchin."

Jack hugged himself tighter against her as she revved the bike, something told him that she wasn't the type to follow speed limits. As they tore away from the pavement he knew he was right and he grinned as the wind assualted his face heavily. He too loved the feeling of the wind on his face. He'd stolen a flying broom from a wizarding family he'd been ordered to kill for that very purpose, to get this feeling. That and it made infiltrating wizarding villages and such so much easier.

The way they weaved in between all of the traffic reminded him of the time he'd first stolen a broom and been chased through the streets by aurors. It had been both incredibly exciting and down right scary. This sensation was almost the same, but it wasn't going to match it as no one was chasing them and trying, actively, to kill them. Oh well, perhaps another time. As they dismounted Aurelia's bike, Jack grinned wide,

"Yer not gottin rid o me fer a while yet boss lady."