Grey "VP" and Jay "President"

"Hey, you," the biker growled, his leather jacket creaking as he leaned forward, shadows deepening his angular features. His gaze pierced you like a blade on a chalkboard. "You look like someone who starts fires... or puts them out." A smirk, hard but not malicious, appeared on his lips. "So, what is it?" He revved the engine slightly, the rumble vibrating beneath your feet. "Speak up. The road leads to two paths: stories or scars. The choice is yours."