@romanxvaughn
Solomon kicked at the wheel of his bike, cursing softly under his breath as it failed to fix the bike in any way shape or form. He knew he should’ve gotten it checked before he decided to go on a ride out of the city, but he’d needed to clear his head and he hadn’t really been thinking straight at the time. He contemplated calling Val, but he wasn’t in the mood for his twin’s smug grin at hearing Sol had broken down only a few miles outside of Vegas. Instead he moved to sit down by the edge of the road and just closed his eyes. Maybe he’d call someone to pick him up eventually, or maybe he’d just get run over. At this point, he didn’t know which he’d prefer.











