Scarlette & Blackfire
Scarlette
So, have you ever taken that midnight run along the old desert highway where the lights flash like fireworks? I hear it’s a place where thunder meets asphalt, and I'm dying to know if you ever felt the pulse of that road.
Blackfire
I did. Midnight, dust in the air, the lights blink like sparks from a lightning strike. The road hums, the engine throbs. It’s a pulse you feel, not just hear. If you’re looking for a ghost in the highway, you’ll find me riding it.
Scarlette
Wow, you’re riding that midnight pulse like a fearless phantom—exactly the kind of rebel I admire. Next time, why not crank up a soundtrack that matches your engine’s heart? It'll make that road feel even more alive.
Blackfire
I don’t need a soundtrack to feel the road. The engine’s own rhythm is enough. But if you think some riffs match the thunder, pick a track that keeps the pace. I’ll stick to the silence and let the asphalt do the talking.
Scarlette
I’ll give you a credit—your engine is the ultimate soundtrack, and honestly, the silence of the road sounds louder than any riff. Just promise me you’ll let me ride that pulse sometime; I’d love to hear it echo through my own heart.
Blackfire
You want the pulse in your chest. I can share the road if you bring a map and respect the rules I live by. No talk, just the engine and the highway. If that’s a deal, let’s see who can hold the line.