This thread happens before the Plot threads.


It was no surprise that even after four months, Shawn hadn't completed his Audi R8 GTR yet, but hey, everyone that knew Shawn, knew he was a perfectionist when it came to his cars. He wouldn't drive it until it was up to his standards and he certainly wouldn't race it. American muscle was meant to look ugly and pretty at the same time and it was allowed to a certain point, but his tuners? They didn't step tire out of the garage until every detail was inspected and gone through with a fine tooth comb. So naturally, Shawn was racing his bike instead, but not tonight. No, tonight was a rare occasion for him and instead of racing, he was hosting it. There was more than just racing to gain a buck, and quite honestly, there could be just enough money in running them as there was in racing in them. It was all who you knew, who you attracted, and who you invited. In this case, Shawn had invited everyone and it was simply by word of mouth only. It was funny how many people out there heard race and it turned out to be along the same lines as a kid in a candy store. Everyone showed up like they were addicted to crack. Shawn had already set up the track for tonight using old junked cars, but hell that was the easy part. The hard part was getting the owner to agree to a race in his junk yard, but with Shawn's smooth talking and of course the mention of 25 thousand as payment, it seemed easier than he thought it was going to be. So with one word to the right person, the night was on and the location was set for Monte Carlo's junk yard just outside of town. Cars were already lining up, some even racing already along the gravel roads off the main event. Shawn had that taped up for those who wanted to live dangerously and he didn't want to be towing anyone out earlier than expected. So that was saved for the main event. Of course to meet that 25 thousand payment to the junkyard owner, Shawn had no choice but to request a 100 dollar admission fee which he had to pay as well. Now that sucked but hey, if something went wrong, It would be worth the price of the show.....so long as it was no one he knew that is.

The course was a 1/2 mile drag run but the trick was at the end, four lanes merged into one and he double checked to make sure only one car would fit and fit tightly. He had directed the fork lifts to slant the cars inward and then line the last hundred feet or so with junked cars. If someone wasn't careful, someone was smashing their ride. Let's see who was willing to play dirty tonight.

The time had come and some people had already made their money on side bets and races along the other tracks, but it was time for the main event to finally make its way around. Shawn grabbed the mic to the high end amplifier speaker system and announced it for everyone to hear. "A'ight, listen up peeps, the main event is about to start. Here's the rules......There are no rules. I'm calling this the One finish drag punch cause there's only gonna be one winner, its a drag race, and well, if you don't keep your eyes open and those reflexes up to par, well you might just end up in the side of a Cadillac or Buick." he laughed. A few ladies were handing out the race maps but for those who didn't get a copy, Shawn decided to explain it.



"It's gonna be a 1/2 mile race to the finish on gravel road. At the end, there are junk cars merging four lanes into one lane. Fastest car that merges first between the row of junk cars, wins. Warning though, it's a tight fit, so don't get claustrophobic on me. Buy in is gonna be 25 thousand per racer. Wha? This is high stakes people, pay up!" he said with his arms outstretched and his fingers motioning in a come hither type of way. "So......Who's got the guts to race it?" he taunted. Some people cheered, others refused the race cause they didn't want to get their cars all smashed up, scratched up, or fuuuuuuucked up. Pansies. "Don't any of you guys have any balls? C'mon!"

That's when someone finally spoke up, a female to boot. 

"I'm down!"

Shawn looked to her and then back at the crowd, "You gonna tell me that a woman has more balls than most of the guys here?"

Then finally a guy smoke up. "I'm in!"

"I got two, any other takers?"

Andy had busted her ass for 3 days without sleep under the hood of the audi tt she'd boosted to get it exactly how she'd wanted it. Luckily, there weren't too many hiccups in the process, so it was ready for the race Sanchez had told her about tonight. He'd given her thirty grand, since he said things around here aren't like they were back in the states. Exactly what he'd meant with that, Andy wasn't too sure, but the money aspect was apparently one of them. 

The night air was cool, a mild 68 degrees making leather suitable for the occasion. Andy pulled up on the scene, revving her engine as people began to part ways like the Red Sea. Sliding her way in, she backed up next to a really sweet looking ride, with another chick driver apparently, and turned the car off. Upon stepping out, she did a quick look into the back seat. See, the money was stashed within a hidden compartment she'd installed in the back seat. There was no way someone could walk around with thirty grand on their person, and Andy didn't trust people, so she had to do something crafty. 

Walking around and leaning back on the hood of the car, an overly 'blinged out' dark skinned man walked toward her and got himself just a little bit too far within her personal space. 

"¿Cómo estás sexy?"

Andy dropped her head down a little bit, shaking it with a smug grin on her face, her lids raised just enough so she could see him with one brow raised to emphasize how laughable he looked right now, and the sarcasm she was trying to convey in no more than a look. 

"I don't habla spanish, Ese."

The guy only licked his lips, rubbing his hands together while stepping side to side as though he couldn't stand still in some form of excitement or something. He was starting to kind of creep her out to tell the truth, and if it was one thing that Andy couldn't stand, it was creepy men. They were usually deranged in some way, shape or form..... kind of like Verbeck in a sense. That man was fucking twisted, and it showed just by the look on his face half the time. The music was playing in the background, and if this weirdo would ever move, she'd be dancing. 

"Why don'chu come with me Mami and I'll show you how to ride stick."

Andy practically ejaculated an audible 'Haha' as she rose from the hood and stood upright. A step was taken toward him, getting extremely close to where it almost looked like she was going to take him up on his offer. "30 grand says you ain't got what it takes to show me anything more than your headlights when I leave yer ass in my exhaust fumes." This time he licked at his upper teeth, flashing a cocky smile as he gave her car a once over, then her a once over and his smile widened.

"Alright weta, but if I win, that ass is mine."

Andy smirked. He wouldn't be touching this ass if she could help it. "Bet, punto." that was for calling her a weta, but she'd said it almost flirtatious to keep him interested.... and so he wouldn't take serious offense and she'd end up getting her ass whooped. "I'll see your ass at the line." He again nodded, walking toward his friends with a few high fives and fist bumps. Andy looked toward the woman next to her with her own car. 

"Did you hear that asshole? He had a serious set of balls, that one." Then she looked at the woman's car again and got an idea. "Hey, y'know you should join me! Can you imagine the look on his face when he has to face the tail lights of not just one woman, but two? That'd be hella funny."

Just then, she heard someone start announcing and explaining what they were to expect in this race. 

"It's gonna be a 1/2 mile race to the finish on gravel road. At the end, there are junk cars merging four lanes into one lane. Fastest car that merges first between the row of junk cars, wins. Warning though, it's a tight fit, so don't get claustrophobic on me. Buy in is gonna be 25 thousand per racer. Wha? This is high stakes people, pay up!" he said with his arms outstretched and his fingers motioning in a come hither type of way. "So......Who's got the guts to race it?"

So it was 25 to get into the race. She'd wagered thirty with the dirty rapist, and if a few more were to enter, she'd have more than enough money to buy the car she really wanted.... providing she won of course. 

"Don't any of you guys have any balls? C'mon!"

Andy shouted out "I'm down!" before looking toward the creepy guy who was again licking his lips before making lewd gestures with his body with thrusting motions and then a slap as though he were slapping someone in the ass while taking her from behind. Rolling her eyes, she looked away but not before he to called out. 

"I'm in!"

At this point, she was really starting to panic a little, looking around to hopefully spot someone else willing to join. She'd put way too much money into this car. Borrowed money that she had to pay back. All the money left to her by Amos was tied up in some kind of legal shit, so right now Andy was relying on this to work. 

.... it had to. 

Car .......... Outfit

Tessa had arrived early to the race. Since Shawn was running it she had come to help him out if he needed it. Not really planning on racing her newest vehicle. The hot pink Lexus LFA she had recently acquired took some getting used to. Both the sight of it and the handling. Even for Tessa having a bright pink car hadn't been something she thought of before, but she kind of liked it more and more. It certainly garnered some attention and she didn't mind it. The car was fun and a dream to drive so if anyone thought otherwise they could shove it.

She was propped up against the hood of her car, occupying herself playing games and sending messages on her phone. Her hair was pulled back in a high, loose ponytail to keep it out of her face. She had elected to go with a wrap around, leather mini skirt, tall over the knee high heeled boots and a pink, cropped, knit sweater. The fact that the sweater almost matched her car hadn't crossed her mind.

Glancing up Tessa saw the black Audi pull in beside her. A girl climbed out of the ride and came around front. Immediately the poor thing was hit on by the sleazy dude that had been hanging around with his buddies. Tessa had already had to deal with him earlier and she was glad when the other chick stood up to him, holding her own and giving shit right back to him. She went back to her phone, her attention divided between the conversation drifting over to her and the game she was playing.

The sound of the woman's voice caught her attention though. Tessa looked up and smiled at the words.

"Did you hear that asshole? He had a serious set of balls, that one."

Nodding, Tessa smirked. She had to agree with her there. The guy was a class A dickhead.

"Yeah, I think he's hit on anything with two legs and tits. I mean, really... 'I'll show you how to ride stick,' seriously? Who says shit like that?"

Then Tessa raised an eyebrow at the chick's next words.

"Hey, y'know you should join me! Can you imagine the look on his face when he has to face the tail lights of not just one woman, but two? That'd be hella funny."

Turning her head to look at her car for a moment then back to the front. Taking a few seconds to think about it she shut her game down and put her phone into sleep mode. Well, hell... she hadn't intended on running a race tonight but why not? Gotta have a fellow girl racer's back.

"Yeah, alright. I wasn't gonna but I will. It will be too sweet to put that dude in his place, for real."

Then Shawn's voice came over the PA system to inform them about the race and the rules for tonight. Which, Tessa already knew what was up so she had brought the cash just in case. She waited while the woman spoke up first to join the race. Then the creepy Hispanic dude jumped in next. Tessa nodded at the chick and then raised her hand to wave it in the air.

"I'll race too," Tessa said as she pushed off the hood of her car, grinning. As she started to move around to the passenger door of her car she stopped and held out her hand to the woman.

"I'm Tessa, by the way. Let's show this guy a little girl power, right?"

With a chuckle she continued around the side of the car. Opening the door and punching in the digits for the lock box under the shotgun seat. She pulled out some bundles of bills, made sure she had the right amount then closed everything up again. Walking over to where Shawn was collecting the money she gave him a little smile and a wink as she handed over the cash to him.

"I guess I'm racing after all. If my car gets fucked up, you're fixing it. You know that right, Shawn?"

She laughed to let him know she we teasing, mostly. Though he probably would have to help her with it. Honestly, he would most likely do most of the work if it needed fixing. Not that she couldn't do it herself, because she could but she much preferred to watch him work. Especially if he took his shirt off while doing it. There was something sexy about a guy getting down and dirty working on a car.

For now though, she had to get her head in the game. The hotness that was Shawn she could think about later. Finishing up the transaction to get in the race she headed back over to her car. Waiting for the instructions to pull into the line. As her new friend came back to her car as well to get ready, Tessa caught her attention.

"Good luck, girl. We got this."

Tessa: "I'll race too,"

Shawn had heard the woman with the short blond hair and then the Spanish looking guy pipe in seconds later. All was going good until he heard Tess then jump in. He didn't deny her skill behind the wheel of a car, but this was dangerous and she was racing people she never met before and with no rules, that meant anything went. It almost made him think twice about changing the rules up but then that would make him look like he was punking out. So regretting this now, he spoke up, his gleeful tone changing a bit but still trying to keep up appearances. "We need a fourth, don't make me call in the fourth or you might as well hand your money over and drive home." he laughed thinking about Dom immediately. He was there at the race against that one chick and he heard rumors he was attempting a come back. He'd drop the call now to him if no one spoke up, but luckily someone did after he made that threat.

"I'm in, but we're upping the ante to thirty thousand." came the butch looking woman that appeared from the crowd with an African accent. 

Shawn looked to her not wanting to force the hands of the others and have them walk, "Listen up, the buy in is 25 thousand, you want to side bet, talk to the other racers. You in or you gonna bitch out because its not your stakes?"  

"Let's do this." was the reply. 

Shawn stepped down from his pedestal and walked up to the woman that was about the same height and size as Shawn, but he wasn't going to let anyone stand him down, no matter size or sex. "25 G's sister." he said holding out his hand. The money was placed in his hands and he moved on to the next guy, the Spaniard. "Qué hay de nuevo amigo?" he said in Spanish. "25 large ones, brother and you do realize racing all women what this is gonna look like if you lose, right? Even if the black one looks like a guy, she still has tits." He watched the guy turn his head to the other racers and then to the blond haired woman to blow her a kiss as he placed the cash in Shawn's hand. Shawn then moved to blondie, "You sure you want to wreck that sleeper?" he asked with a smile and holding out his hand, knowing damn well she wasn't showing up with a stock ride with stock parts under the hood.  

Once the money was placed in his hand, he moved on to Tess last but the look on his face was a bit worried. "You sure you want to do this? I mean this isn't going to be a walk in the park....." Now he knew that Tess wasn't one to stand down nor was she one to let him talk her out of anything, especially since he already tried when it came to that paint job of hers on the LFA. Pink was too girly but it was her car and God knows he tried to talk her out of it, but in the end, it was worth leaving her alone about it. He raised both hands like he was backing off, "Alright, I won't say anything else except just be careful. If you don't think you'll make it, slow down. It's my job to worry about you." he said holding out his hand for the cash. He leaned in and gave her a kiss, while placing a firm grip to her ass and squeezing. He loved it when she wore skirts. 

He then backed off and grabbed the mic again, "A'ight, a'ight, a'ight. Let's get this shit started already and give everyone what they paid for. A good fucking show!" he yelled into the mic with enthusiasm at the end. "Line your rides up at the line!" he detached the wireless mic from the stand and took it with him as he went to the starting line himself. All the cars lined up as well as the numerous amounts of people on each side and once the cars were set and ready to go, the crowd eventually moved behind the cars as well. Shawn had to make his way to the back to warn everyone. "Remember folks, this is gravel road, so stay to the sides until the cars have taken off. If you get pelted with gravel, not my problem." he said clearing everyone from behind the cars. The tricky part of this all, was that these racers weren't gonna have the same traction as they would on a regular street.

Making his way back to the front, he pulled his shirt off giving the women a small show, especially Tess since he knew how much she liked to look at it. He raised the shirt above his head as the rippled muscles popped into view and looked to all the racers, a finger pointing to each of them and waiting for confirmation, "Ready?.... Ready?..... Ready?...Ready?..........GO!" he said dropping his shirt down like a starting flag. 

Note:I'll be controlling both the NPC's from here on out.

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From 0 to 60 in 3.5

Baby you got the keys

So shut up and drive

Tess: "Yeah, I think he's hit on anything with two legs and tits. I mean, really... 'I'll show you how to ride stick,' seriously? Who says shit like that?"

Andy nodded. At least this chick was willing to talk. The last race she'd gone to back in the states, an attempt to make conversation with her neighboring racer only left her with a bitter taste in her mouth when the woman glared at her and spit on her ride. Then again, there were women, and then there were bitches. It was simple as that. She said with a bit of a laugh, leaning sideways and folding her hands over her chest. Creepy threw his hand up, looking far too eager to get this race over with and claim what he thought would be his winnings. Too bad for him Andy was packing something serious under this hood, and had no intention on yielding up her person to a greater or lesser extent to this weirdo.

"I know, right?"

She said with a bit of a laugh, leaning sideways and folding her hands over her chest. Creepy threw his hand up, looking far too eager to get this race over with and claim what he thought would be his winnings. Too bad for him Andy was packing something serious under this hood, and had no intention on yielding up her person, whether it be to a greater or lesser extent to this weirdo. He wasn't touching her ass, or any part of her body for that matter. Even a handshake wasn't in the stars for him. Then some butch broad raised her hand, getting herself in on the action. Andy scoffed to herself. That broad was nasty looking. 

Tess:"Yeah, alright. I wasn't gonna but I will. It will be too sweet to put that dude in his place, for real."

Then came the voice of the dude on the loud speaker again, explaining the race and egging others on to join. Andy was hoping there wouldn't be a whole shit ton of people, else this was going to be a lot more difficult than she'd initially anticipated after the guy on the loudspeaker explained what was waiting for them the further they got in this race.

Still, thank God she wasn't alone on this, riding against Larry and Shemp without another sane driver in the midst could be disastrous. An appreciative nod went in the woman's direction, letting her know that she was grateful not to be alone, and also to let the woman silently know that she found her awesome for agreeing to do this simply on a whim because of some mannish douchebag.

Andy was about to give her name when the woman beat her to the punch and extended her hand.

Tess: "I'm Tessa, by the way. Let's show this guy a little girl power, right?"

Andy raised a brow, but gave her hand anyway. Girl Power? They weren't Spice Girls, but she supposed it was the sentiment that mattered. "Andy" she said with a smile. "Let's take this asshat and put him in his place." Looking back at her car again, Andy stood upright and swayed to the right, pivoting and heading toward the backseat. Grabbing the money, she handed it to the announcer as he came around. "Twenty five stacks, big guy." She teased. He moved down the line, gathering up the money from the four people involved and paused by Tess. She learned his name was Shawn while eavesdropping on their small conversation and also learned that the two were either an item, or had some sort of fling going on. Either way, so long as everything went fairly, Andy didn't care too much about their current relationship status. 

Shawn: "A'ight, a'ight, a'ight. Let's get this shit started already and give everyone what they paid for. A good fucking show!" he yelled into the mic with enthusiasm at the end. "Line your rides up at the line!"

Andy lingered at the front door just long enough for Tess to look over at her.

Tess: "Good luck, girl. We got this."

With a wan smile, Andy's head cocked to the side. "Yer damn right we got this." Nobody had ever accused Andy of being the greatest with words, or the expression by which she portrayed them, but people got the gist of what she was trying to say. Hopping into her Audi, she followed suit with the other three cars and brought herself to the line. Shawn warned people about the gravel road, causing most, and finally all to move aside and give enough room to avoid being beamed with a face full of gravel. He then proceeded to take his shirt off, which was definitely a nice eyeful if nothing else, but did nothing for her concentration. Moving her gaze to the road ahead, Andy inspected what she could see of the 'track', or lack there of.

Shawn: "Ready?.... Ready?..... Ready?...Ready?..........GO!"

Andy took off like a bat out of hell, tires fishtailing at first and skidding up a lot of gravel in their wake."Damn. He wasn't kidding." she said out loud while shifting, foot moving from the clutch to the gas. A car creeping up next to her caused Andy to glance over, spotting the creepy hispanic guy. Scoffing disgustingly, another shift and Andy was pulling ahead of him.


"Holy fuck, doesn't this asshole ever quit?"

Andy

Fox

[attr="class","gContainer"]TAG [attr="class","gbox"]Tess/Shawn

[attr="class","gContainer"]WORDS [attr="class","gbox"]To be announced

[attr="class","gContainer"]Song [attr="class","gbox"]Shut up and Drive by Rihanna.

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