<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/105d1749761f4dd811dcb6dbbcf6b538.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Dorothy “Dori” Blayne (She/Her)<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH101-1469<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Hexology 101<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Sunday, September 13th | About 7:30pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Racetrack<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Tessa, JJ, CLOSED<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/98/63/df/9863dffbf36b9e9085422f0c57fe94d5.jpg)</div></div>Off to the races!!!!!<br/><hr/>Leave it to Tessa to say something jarring that would make Dori's blue-ish cheeks a shade of purple. Despite the blush, after all, she was indeed hoping to pop Tessa's monster cherry. She mustered up a courage born of horny confidence and stubborn refusal to shrink away from the things and people she wanted and gave a tiny shrug.<br/><br/>"I mean, I wouldn't mind." She admitted.  It did nothing to the blush, but she was pointedly ignoring her violet cheeks.  Considering how the date started, Dori wouldn't have given in much of a shot, really, but things had taken a turn for the better, and she wanted Tessa to know that she was interested too.   Dori opened her mouth to say more, but her words were cut off by the slender, androgynous youth behind them.<br/><br/>The insult wasn't the most imaginative nor the first time she had heard it.  Innsmouthians like herself had heard it cast their way more than once, and every time the insulter had thought themselves so droll for their phrasing.  That, of course, did not mean that it didn't hurt.  Dori was finally feeling herself a little, and the groove had come to a screeching halt because some prejudiced bitch wanted to make her feel bad about herself.  She was getting really fucking tired of feeling bad about herself.<br/><br/>Tessa's look gave her pause, but it was the squeeze of her hand that kept Dori from wilting, as was her usual M.O.  Dori had been the victim of bullies like JJ her whole life.  They made her cry, hurt her, made her rage, and even fight back from time to time.  The problem with being a loner is when you fight back, it is never just against the bully.<br/><br/>They always have friends.  The retaliation was usually swift and from all sides, and Dori had learned it was best to swallow the pain and walk away when you had no one to help you fight.  That reassuring squeeze, that annoyed look at being interrupted again.<br/><br/>Dori wasn't alone anymore.<br/><br/>Dori had been on the other side of the casual dismissal that cut JJ's way, and if they hadn't been such a blatant asshole, she might have felt a little bad for them.  Instead, she looked them dead in the eyes and just mouthed one word.<br/><br/>"Ouch."<br/><br/>"Mmm. Wouldn't know." Dori replied with a look that gave away little of what she was feeling in the moment.  There was a power struggle going on on a level that she was entirely unfamiliar with, and the idea that Tessa's attention once more had been drawn away was irritating.  This time Dori's irritation was not directed at her date, however.  She could put two and two together, and it was clear JJ had been in some way the cause for Tessa's distraction.<br/><br/>This time it was Tessa that took her hand and pulled her away.  The level gaze turned into a beaming smile. As the gorgeous redhead tugged her further from JJ, Dori flashed that beaming smile towards Tessa's ex and gave them a waggling wave goodbye.<br/><br/>Dori listened quietly as they stood on the asphalt racetrack, helmet in hand, as Tessa apologized again. She almost told her everything was okay but stopped just short when Tessa said she would have to work extra hard to make it up to her.  Now that sounded like an absolutely splendid idea.<br/><br/>"You keep saying that. I AM going to hold you to it," she assured her, and with a quick forward step, she rested her hands on Tessa's hips and let her thumbs caress the flesh where Tessa's jeans bit lightly into her hips. She lifted herself up onto her toes and lightly kissed Tessa on the cheek before settling back on her feet and stepping away.<br/><br/>"Now, go play with your ball." She added as she spun on her heel and nestled herself into her jet-black go-cart.  Dori was quite the sight, with her yellow-tipped blue hair cascading out of the neon pink helmet she had chosen. A splash of color against the black cart.  She watched Tessa's experiment with curiosity and just the tiniest bit of amusement.  Had they not been on a date, it would have been a pretty funny joke.  Dori gave Tessa's idea a thumbs up. At the same time, her eyes got to linger a little on Tessa as her long legs, and seriously terrific tush found a way to fit into the smaller confines of the go-cart.<br/><br/>Now that the race was about to start, Dori got very nervous. Driving was not really her strong suit, and as the racing lights turned from red to yellow to green and the attendant dropped the flag, Dori didn't know what to do, so she just floored it.  The go-cart sprang forward with sudden speed, and Dori clutched the wheel tightly as her heart pounded.  There were other racers more experienced than Dori. Her bursts of speed interchanged with sudden breaking as she came to a turn meant people were soon passing her. It wasn't until the first lap had passed that she finally got the hang of hugging the turns and letting loose on the straightaway.  Under her helmet, she began to grin maniacally.<br/><br/>This was FUN!<br/><br/>"Slam!" As she rounded the first turn of the second lap, a car rear-ended her and sent her spinning into the raceway's infield. Her hair tossed wildly about until she came to a rest and got her bearings.  It was hard to tell who was who on the race track most of the time, but this driver had taken a brain bucket instead of a full helmet just so you could see their face, JJ.<br/><br/>"Ooooo.  That little fucker." Dori growled in her helmet and hit the gas again, sending grass spinning up from her tires, and she reentered the raceway at full speed.  She didn't even bother slowing into the turns now as she somewhat recklessly chased down Tessa's ex.<br/><br/>It was pretty amazing how fast you could go when you stopped giving a shit about safety.  Dori zipped in and out of slower traffic. By the time the third lap had hit, she was closing in on JJ when she found herself boxed in by the rest of their goon squad. They seemed intent on keeping her from catching them.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Alvena leaned up against the railing.  She had no intent to join in on something so gauche as go-cart racing.  No, Alveena was here for one reason and one reason only.  To put Dorothy Blayne back in her place, and she wasn't going to let some two-bit fashionista have the pleasure of doing it for her. Alvena's mossy green eyes peered over the track and watched intently.<br/>Millicent was already bored. She thought they would at least take a spin.  It looked fun to her, but Alvena apparently had other plans. Ones she had yet to tell Millicent about.   The only thing that had kept Millicent from leaving was the rather unflattering assessment Alvena had given of her sexual prowess.  Millie thought Alvi was quite attractive, and as she was Charlene's second in the house, It was probably an excellent idea to be on her good side. Still, this date was a real stinker, and that was saying something considering Millie's dating life had pretty much been non-existent up until now.<br/><br/>"So, what did you want to do, Alvi?" Millicent asked as she watched the cars circle the track.<br/><br/>"I want to see car number 13 crushed, stretched on the wrack of humiliation.  I want to see it…."<br/><br/>"You mean the one that just crashed?"<br/><br/>"WHAT!!!" Alvena spun around to see Dori's car spin out into the grass, and JJ throw her a wave as they passed.<br/><br/>"No!  Only I can humiliate Dorothy Blayne like that!" Alvena gripped the rail so hard Millicent thought it might bend underneath her fingers.<br/><br/>"Who's Dorothy Blayne?" Alvena missed the flat tone in Millicent's voice completely.<br/><br/>"She is a nobody.  A plebeian.  A blue-haired temptress. A…"<br/><br/>"A temptress?  So, like an ex?" Again the flatness was missed.<br/><br/>"What no.  I would never...  How dare you insinuate such a thing!"<br/><br/>"Really? Cause you seem to want to watch her a hell of a lot more than you want to be with me."<br/><br/>"But I.  How dare you speak to me in that way.  You are lucky too…."<br/><br/>"To what?  Be here?  This is the worst date I have ever...  Ugh, you know what, never mind.  I am leaving." Millicent began to storm off before she wheeled back around. "And I am pleasurable in bed!" she shouted at her before finally leaving in a huff.<br/><br/>Alveena watched her leave utterly perplexed at what happened. After a moment, she growled and turned back to the racetrack.  Dorothy had done it again.  She had ruined a perfectly good evening.  Alveena wasn't sure how Dori had done it, but she was going to pay!  Her eyes tracked the black number 13 and found it in a cluster of other go-carts.  She was almost out of time.  Alveena began muttering an incantation, her fingers clawing and grasping at the air as sickly green energy gathered under them in the shape of a steering wheel.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The wheel on Dori's cart jerked one way and then the next, slamming into JJ's cronies on either side, sending one into the grass and one into the wall. She had no time to think about why it was happening and fought hard against a wheel that seemed to take on a life of its own.  There was still one of JJ's gang in front of her and one behind her. If she could just get her cart under control, she might be able to catch up to Tessa's ex before they were done with the final lap.<br/>