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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 5982225" data-attributes="member: 79171">Clover watched the entire exchange through the back window, then turned to her companions. Why doesn't anyone ever listen to me? Are they deaf, or something?Unbuckling herself, she leaned up and over the front seat, reached completely around Koln, grabbing his seat belt, and buckling him in. She awkwardly repeated the step for Lacey, straining around her ample bosom while doing her best not to touch the girl/woman/Malkavian thing. Petulant, and immensely satisfied with her work, she sat back in her own seat and refastened her own seat belt, "I told you to buckle up." She was feeling extremely moody, and daring. Turning once more, she eyed the motorcyclist behind them. Looking at their own speedometer and keeping a mental clock going in her head, she gauged the distance between them. Summoning her courage--against possible pain and other repercussions--she turned to Lacey, stating calmly, "Lacey, when I say so, slam on the brakes. Don't come to a full stop. Just enough to scatter them and maybe even cause some carnage. We're bigger than them, after all. Ok?"[OOC]I'm not sure if this would really work. I'm hoping it will! If/when Lacey says "Ok", Clover's next phrase is basically going to be "BRAKE!" I don't think there's much reason for me to post one word. If she doesn't want to do it, I'll jump back in again.[/OOC]</blockquote>