<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br/><strong>~Roxi's Garage, Zero-G Racing</strong><br/><br/>Roxi sighed, already missing Jeanette. They'd hung out all night (and did some other things, of course) but she felt it was over all too soon. Damn. She at least wanted to grab breakfast and talk.<br/><br/>*bing!*<br/><br/>Roxi's datapad beeped at her. She picked it up and glanced at it. Another race? She didn't see any familiar names. None of the guys from the last race were attending. Most of them were probably too banged up to attend. So was she. In fact, she hadn't had her ride brought back to her garage from last time. Sighing, Roxi tapped a few buttons on her pad and the CherryBomb appeared in it's spot in the garage, still all dented and marked with bullet holes. The delivery fee would be a hundred credits, knocking it off her prize money. That was the funny thing about their races. There were prizes for top finishes, of course, but you'd probably spend half your winnings getting your ride tuned up again. That, or you'd have to wait until the game was played and cars were restored for the Player.  At the moment, Roxi didn't feel like forking over the credits to get her vehicle fixed, so she opted to make the repairs herself. So, she set to work, keeping the datapad propped up and nearby, with the latest practice race running on it. Might as well watch it in the background while she worked.