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[dirtyfanny]

[Her grin grows in tandem with his smile.]

Alright! [Eagerness back in full force, she opens the case towards him. With a clawed finger she points to two capsules in the bottom row with pink bands across their middles.] These ones here are motorcycles. [Then, with a sly grin:] If you're feeling lucky you can pick one and I'll take the other. Whadya say, hm?

[tempredmental]

[He tucked the capsule she'd given him into one of his pockets. He wasn't afraid of a risk, that was for sure. He eyed the two capsules for a moment, and grabbed the one on the right.]

Okay... so we'll open these outside?

[It seemed kind of silly to do that in here...]

[dirtyfanny]

You bet! C'mon!

[She waves him over, tucking the other capsule into her pocket and heading for the door. It's a hop skip and a jump over to one of the more covert alleyways around Hell Hotel (that is, one where imps aren't bumping and grinding). Day's given way to night quicker than she thought but hey-- that's mood lighting, baby! And as good a place as any to burn some rubber.]

So. [Bulma stands in the center of the alleyway, playfully tossing her capsule into the air and catching it again.] What happens if I win, huh?

[tempredmental]

[Keith had the right capsule ready and then paused at her question.

Right, the stakes.]

Uh... Hm. I hadn't thought about that.

[He was used to racing for money, but hadn't done it in several years now...]

[dirtyfanny]

If you think too much, you'll lose! [winks and throws her capsule in the air and out pops that green motorcycle of hers] C'mon, name your price.

[tempredmental]

Do they even have money here?

[Keith wasn't sure.

He hit the button and tossed the capsule he had picked, wondering what the bike he grabbed was going to look like.]