<strong>Name:</strong>Lindsay Williams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14944205#msg14944205)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leather jacket, white blouse, dark-blue skinny jeans, sneakers<br/><strong>Current Vehicle:</strong>2003 Corvette C5 (https://i.imgur.com/ZfblWM0.png)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 17th, just past midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entrance to the warehouse<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Arriving<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Riley Thompson, open<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CTdHHZI.png)</div>Well, they were late, no denying that. Kind of annoying all things considered, Lindsay had always preferred to arrive early. Still, the first day was just the party anyways. The real fun started on the 17th, in which case they had all the time in the world. With the corvette strapped down to a car hauler hitched to the truck, they were making their way through the desert, towards the airbase. She felt about as prepared as she'd ever been to the event, and had high hopes she'd win a fair bit if the car didn't break down. Spare parts up the ass, tires to last at least out the week, and a drum of ethanol she'd driven to San Diego to pick up a few days prior, unsurprisingly it was sold out all over LA.<br/><br/><em>"What are you seeing Lindsay?"</em>The radio on the dash asked.<br/><strong>"If idiots could fly the airfield wouldn't be abandoned,"</strong>she chuckled in return, seeing the old base in the horizon. Hard to miss, as it was getting dark the lights from the party were all the more visible.<br/>Had she just taken the corvette instead of a truck and trailer, she'd likely be there already. Sadly there would be no room for spare equipment... And the corvette sat so low it could barely get over speed bumps, saying it was slammed to the ground was an understatement. Not to mention all the cops littering the side of the road on the way there, it definitely didn't help.<br/><br/>Either way, they got there soon enough, given they were late getting through security was a breeze. Probably helped that it wasn't her first time, had all her papers and whatnot ready, and that she recognized the security guy from prior years. After finding a place to park the cars and set up, and well, they were there. The corvette she left on the trailer for the time being, figuring she could deal with it in the morning. For now... She couldn't claim the party didn't look tempting.<br/><br/><em>"Sober up by tomorrow at least?"</em><br/><br/>Lindsay looked over at her compatriot, cracking a smile.<strong>"Think I'm missing a day due to a hangover?"</strong>She gave a wave goodbye and tossed over the keys to the truck just so she didn't lose them in a drunken stupor. Unlikely, but who knew. Not like she had plans to go on joyrides anyways. After a quick cigarette she was headed over, hoping to see some familiar faces. When the cigarette was nothing but a stump, she discarded it, and made a B-line for the warehouse. It was hard to not get distracted by the guy standing outside the doors seemingly hustling his ass off.<br/><br/>He split off from his little group just as she was approaching and was headed indoors. Perfect timing to give him a hard time, all in the name of good fun of course.<strong>"If you need to get some cash, I hear there's this great racing event happening out in the desert tomorrow,"</strong>she said jokingly as she got up to his side.