Head out on the highway...
Trace leaned against the wall and watched as his fellow gang member played a round of pool with a few others. He took in a sip of his deep amber colored drink before pushing his goggles up as well as pushing back some light brown bangs. Trace wore leather chaps atop his jeans. this had been by far the wildest poker run they had ever been on, Taking a break at each bar to get their card and relax. he sighed to him self setting his golden eyes on the other. It would be time to head out soon.
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