(A firm embrace, one that Dante doesn't share too often, but the smirk shines on his face as he revs the engine.)

A little fun in the sun? Sounds good to me.

(The engine roars as they take off, the bike quickly speeding through the forest. Dante's a natural at riding a bike, weaving past trees with ease and the wind blowing through his hair. He takes the scenic route to the beach, figuring Angel might want to enjoy the ride a little longer. How often do either of them get to enjoy this kind of speed? For a little while, they could even pretend they're leaving their woes behind. That's what Dante tells himself, anyway.

But soon, the warm beach approaches and the motorcycle slows to a stop.)

Hell of a view, isn't it? A great spot to settle in and drink for a while. Brought the tools to keep 'em cold, too.