The seat he was in smelled of old leather and oil. To some it might have been a old chair, not to mention filthy, to Alex it was like a womb that was embracing him. He heard his boss talking to him, congratulating him on the race. He himself merely let out a sound that could only be described as an offspring from a moan and a groan, perhaps with a sprinkle of a sigh. He leaned backwards as he eyed her. “Yhea..” He said, feeling the adrenaline high slowly start to leave him, leaving an emptiness for a little while. Most drivers experienced this sort of thing, like a junky going through sudden withdrawal. “Joy was fucking awesome today though.” He said, beaming. “I did not even notice that side track until she pointed it out to me.” He remembered how unstable that route was, most of it consisting of wood that was decaying and steel foundations that had seen its best days.<br/><br/>For a second he felt at ease, embraced by the people he had around him. He truly believed that they were his friends, perhaps even bordering family, actually family, not ones that died on you and left you alone in a ditch with the other hungry orphans. He nearly closed his eyes and wanted to doze off before he remembered. That fucking bitch! Like a coiled spring he was on his feet, stamping towards her like a teenager who felt mistreated. “A fucking question you told me!” He barked, eyes wide as he eyed his handler. His face was getting bright red, veins in his neck standing up. “You conveniently left out the fact that the whole bloody world was bloody watching my bloody interview.” He pointed a finger at her and pressed it at her chest, as if that single movement would drive the point across better. “You know how I dislike those sharks!, with them fancy teeth and suits. I swear to god, at least have the courtesy to lube me up properly before you fuck me up the arse with those joernelests”.<br/><br/>He nearly yelled the last part at her, bright blue eyes scanning her expression. He knew the last word sounded… wrong, was it? “And don’t you fucking laugh!, nor you Joy. I know how to pronounce it, I just fucking like saying it like that.” He then began to grow even redder, veins nearly exploding before he stalked out of the room, slamming the door shut, hard. He made his way into the showers and began to peel of his racing suit. O, he knew she was right, the sponsorship was their living, yet she did not have to manipulate him like that! It was not like he would try and hide or something. Something like that had only happened like a few times, perhaps seven or so. He sighed as he let the water fall on his frame, slowly bending his six feet tall frame and resting it against the shower wall. Like usual he would offer his apologies later on. These ‘explosions of love’ as some of the crew called it, were quite normal in this team. Racing brought someone on edge, whether it was behind the wheel or working behind the scenes. You needed to vent in some way, each finding his or her own way.<br/><br/>He ran a hand through his short dark brown hair, waving it from left to right.<br/>