Cladded in black leather and commanding an intimidating presence, the rowdy group of motorcycle riders pulled up by the side of the road.  They took off their helmets and got off their motorcycles as they laughed and joked around.  Several members headed down the street on foot, whilst the remaining members lit their cigarettes and waited.  The smoke filled air surrounding them caused passersby to avoid them.  Though many glared at them disapprovingly, none dared to voice their concerns.

While the rest of the group were being rowdy, one of the members sat quietly on his black motorcycle as he took a drag on his cigarette.  Ignoring his friends, his eyes seemed more interested in what was on the other side of the road, a figure sitting beside a fruit and vegetable stall.  What amused him though was seeing the figure wearing dark sunglasses, despite the fact that the sun had set hours ago.

"Hey, what are you smiling at?" one of his friends asked, noticing the rare smile upon his face.

The brief smile quickly disappeared from his face.  "Nothing," he replied as he took another drag on his cigarette and looked away.

"What could be so interesting to make our Ice King smile like that?" another one teased.

They all looked to the other side of the road, trying to see what he was looking at.  They noticed the man in the dark sunglasses but what caught their attention was a group of youths walking by the stall. 

"Would you look at that?" one of his friends stated nonchalantly.

Upon hearing that, he glanced back to the other side of the road and saw the group of youths swiping a fruit each from the stall as they walked by.  They slapped each other hi-fives and continued down the street.  They did this in plain sight of the man, who looked to be the owner yet he did not call them out nor try to stop them.  Despite having witnessed the whole scene, none of the riders did anything to intervene.  It wasn't any of their business.  They simply continued to smoke their cigarettes with amused smiles upon their faces.  After all, it wasn't as it they were allies of justice themselves.

"They're back," announced of the riders when he saw their members returning with bottles of alcohol.  "Let's get going."

They finished their cigarettes before carelessly tossing the butts on the ground then getting back on their motorcycles.  He took one last look at the man across the road before pulling his helmet on.  The group of riders roared their engines and took off down the road.

Night had fallen by the time the riders reached the peak of the mountain.  They stood there, each with a bottle of alcohol, laughing and drinking while looking down at the scenery below.  Truth be told, they weren't exactly there to enjoy the scenery.

He did not join in with their laughter.  He didn't find it funny but then again, he didn't find a lot of things funny.  He took a gulp from his bottle of alcohol then raised his head to stare aimlessly at the dark sky above.  It's going to rain soon, he thought as he took another gulp of his beer.

It was then they heard the sounds of engines approaching.

"They're here."