<hr/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Aurora, Joy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New Amsterdam, Hotel Cigüeñal<br/><hr/><br/>He’s got no doubt about that - it’s a brave new world, and for the most part, it seems to be made up of people who will do everything they can to squeeze everything out of the other that they’re negotiating with. He doesn’t have a tonne of experience with racing leagues - not that he’s too worried about it, driving is driving, after all. But, even he’s heard tales of what goes on behind the closed doors of sponsor boardrooms. The fact that her team is as successful as it is makes Dane think that she more than knows how to handle herself when jackals come calling for favours.<br/><br/>He could have held out for more. Should have, maybe. But, to be completely honest, Dane is a little tired of the running life, always fighting tooth and nail for a few extra percentage points of profit. Man just wanted to drive. Now. So, the terms were fair, and he took them.<br/><br/>He takes in her words, a booming laugh slipping from his lips as she asks her last question. The sound is enough to make some of the grimy old picture frames on the wall behind the bar shake.<br/><br/>“Darling, there are probably all kinds of things you should know. “<br/><br/>Hand patting hers for a moment, massive paw dwarfing her own...and her glass...in the process. That’s the way Dane was like. You were either a complete stranger, enemy, or life-long friend, and apparently he decided this brief chat was enough to upgrade Aurora to the latter.<br/><br/>“Long life, short answer: I’m entirely too popular in some places. Very unpopular in others. Both situations have been known to cause serious problems. Everyone’s got a past, and I’ve got one enough for three or four people.<br/><br/>Try to keep business and personal separate but...you know how one tends bleeds into another. Friends and enemies pretty much anywhere.”<br/><br/>Reaching back for his drink, pulling it to his lips as he lets her consider that.