<div class="floatright">(http://www.ticketonline.de/obj/media/DE-eventim/galery/kuenstler/d/david-garrett-10-2009-006.jpg)</div><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Nicholas Trent<br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Scientist<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Loft<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Piper<br/><hr/><br/>Nick eyed Piper as she came in, giving her what he hoped was a nonchalant smile. Which she promptly ignored. He would never quite be able to understand women, he felt. The Mouth least of all. When he was feeling poetic, he mentally compared her to a glass knife. Nice to look at, sharp, but mostly liable to end up hurting you. At the moment he wasn't feeling poetic, so she was only mildly terrifying. Reaching for the drinks, he poured himself a stiff cup of something, he wasn't sure what, and drained it. It was a party. He wanted to enjoy himself without any drama. He relaxed a bit, lounging in his seat. <br/><br/>The best way to enjoy himself was, of course, to talk about cars. He wasn't one of those people who was bitter about coming in to work every morning. For him, the work was practically his leisure time. Though he had to admit it was nice to unwind sometimes. "This new stuff I've got working," He said to the world at large, smiling easily. "It's beautiful, it really is. Practically rebuilt the engine from the ground up to work with this new nitrous. It has a kick like a mule now. You can -feel- the engine humming." He rocked in his seat as he talked, excited. "What's this race it's supposed to be for, anyway? Chris told me to have the car up for some time next week. Told me to make it special."</div>