<blockquote class="uncited"><div>The thing is, the reason there's a slot is that night's a vore themed party night, and it can get a bit rough. The last band lost a keyboardist, and refuse to play it any more. But I figure we can handle it."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu felt a sweat drop on the back of his head as he smiled nervously, anime-fashion. "Wellll, it could be worse, right? At least I think it could be. Just remind me to stick with you when we go. After all, we are family, right?" The red mouse squeaked with excitement as a structure loomed into view. "There it is! Every Burnout driver's storage of cars. The Junkyard."<br/><br/>The structure was actually a large stack of tires and old cars. It looked like your average garbage drop-off but going closer would allow sounds of spray-painting and the starting of engines to the sounds of conversation and challenges. A perfectly good neon sign hung from a pole inside the junkyard that had the words, "New Cars Here," in bright orange lettering with a glowing yellow outline. The industrial smell of rust and oil leaked into the air as hard cement of the sidewalk changed into the soft brown dirt. It was almost impossible to find a perfect space of dirt that was untouched by wheel tracks. Walking through the arch of wheels that were carefully placed would show wide open area with cars littered all around the open area, some clean and shining while others were yet to be repaired.<br/><br/>Here and there were riders in rather casual attire as they tested out new cars and applied paint jobs. Most of billboards were busted through as though something had crashed through them and kept going. There were many models of cars such as Ferraris, Camaros, Lamborghinis, Chargers, Chevy Vans, and various classes like Exotic, Muscle, Tuners, Bikes, and Luxury. All of them had excellent paint jobs and various upgrades, no one the same but all different. It was any racer's Heaven, Eden, Valhalla, or any place of enlightenment. This was were they could be free to do what they wanted.<br/><br/>Yet in the mist of all the customization lay a small house that was craftily made from scrap metal. A far look would easily make one think that it was just a junk pile. However, it was clearly a home. Mechanical sounds could be heard from a nearby car as a long silvery-gray muscle of a tail stuck out from underneath it.<br/><br/>Various sounds of satisfaction could be heard as the creature underneath worked. "There we go. Almost finished." The transformed wolfeasel smiled as he crawled out of Ptricia's pocket and transformed himself into normal self. Reizu fitted himself with his many pocketed beige cargo shirt and matching baggy cargo pants with just as many pockets as he squatted down next to the tail. "Need any help, old friend?" A gentle yet rough voice sounded from underneath. "Just pass me that wrench over. 1/18." The wolfeasel politely grabbed the silver wrench from the nearby toolbox as slipped into the old paw from the underbelly of the vehicle. Receiving the instrument, the paw slid back under and sqeaking sounds could be heard along with a grunt of satisfaction. "Phew! That adda do it!"<br/><br/>The creature slid from under and stood up to reveal an otter who was hard to tell if he was 30 or over 50 thanks to his strong build and silver fur. His rudder shined in the sunlight as it swayed from side to side. His face cracked into a bright smile with most of his teeth still in. "Well, well. If it isn't the White Snow himself. How ya doing, partner?!" Reizu extended his hand to shake and received a wrenching pawshake that belied the old otter's age in return. The wolfeasel had grown accustomed to it so he was able to keep a straight face. "Me? Oh, I'm doing fine. And I can see you are doing good, too."<br/><br/>The old mechanic seemed to just noticed Ptricia. "Oh, so who is this luvely lady? Actually getting a love life, Rei?" The wolfeasel rolled his eyes. "Everybody, this is my mechanic, Gladius. He can fix almost anything that that works as modern day transportation. And for a special fee, he can fix up futuristic." Gladius extended an paw to shake. "Well, Mr. Encyclopedia just told you everything about me. But I'm Gladius. Call me Gladys for short."<br/><br/>(How was that? :3)