Outrunning the Ghosts {OPEN}

There were nights when Mac could forget the past. When life didn't come back to haunt her and she slept the sleep of the innocent. Nights when alcohol and pills made it easy to duck the ghosts and put her into a welcome oblivion that alluded her otherwise.



Tonight wasn't one of those.



Which was exactly why the brunette was turning her Nissian GT-R into its spot and easing it to a stop. With Five Finger Death Punchs “I REMEMBER EVERYTHING” blasting from the speakers, the base blended with the music of other cars as the motor purred down to silence and then the leggy young woman was stepping out of the car and into the midst of chaos.



A nod to acknowledge a few of the familiar faces on the scene, Mac gave a scathing look to a few of the typical sluts before making her way towards the main crowd. Knowing that was were the action was at, she smirked as faces turned in her direction and then quickly looked away. Known for her skill behind the wheel, she'd made a decent name for herself in this crowd of wanna be thrill seekers and more than a few of these rich idiots had already lined her pocket.



Hopefully, this evening would be no different.



Getting that itch under her skin, she knew it was probably a bad idea to get involved tonight but the need for adrenaline fueled her motives for the night. The inaction with the crew was starting to get under her skin as was Drew's even darker than normal mood and since there wasn't a job in sight? What was a girl to do but get her kicks where she could? Forbidden to take a few days off to see to her “itch” she'd come to the only other place she was assured to get what she needed. Since money was no thing, why not, right?



That thought in mind, MacKenzie continued on her way, taking in the cars gathered and observing those who seemed to be intent on throwing their weight around. You could always tell the serious racers from the blow hards because usually, when you were good you were good and you didn't have to prove it. Talking shit and loud mouthed bellowing usually meant you were trying to make up from something and ultimately meant a lack in... substance.. in one form or another. While she enjoyed taking money and cars from those sorts, Mac was looking for something else tonight.



Which was why her whiskey eyes turned away from the inner circle to look towards the outside, taking measures and idly wondering if she'd find what she was looking for.