<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u2v17_ieuUw/WI4Q_nAB9sI/AAAAAAAABzs/M88jPttK2zMJZIFce_PPf8re8JKD_R2fwCEw/s640/image1-5.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Diego Serrano (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14905847#msg14905847)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black t-shirt, black jeans, red plaid shirt acting as jacket, fake gold chain around the neck<br/><strong>Current Vehicle:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Nighttime<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Warehouse<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Verbal jousting<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Foul language<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aubrey Clarke<br/><hr/><br/>The woman he was talking to turned out to be interesting as she seemed unaffected by his trash talk. Instead, she looked somewhat amused, which frustrated him slightly but also intrigued him.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>"It's almost like you've had some experience with these types before."</em></span><br/><br/>Diego shrugged enigmatically as a response.<em>Most people at Race Wars are posers, you'll realize that sooner or later,</em>he thought. In his eyes, anyone with a super-car was inherently a poser, someone completely fake. He was somewhat glad they existed, though, as they were easy to spot, make fun of, and get rid of usually.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>"Well, sweetheart, it's not the Lambo-parading-posers I'm interested in."</em></span>`<br/><br/><strong>"Oh?"</strong>Diego let out, raising an eyebrow.<br/><br/>She moved closer to him and he observed her fingers playing with her glass until she looked at him from top to bottom.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>"It's what's on the inside that counts. Right?"</em></span><br/><br/>As she spoke, she extended her arm and index finger to the middle of Diego's chest, while his eyes followed the movement of her delicate finger. He was slightly taken aback by her behavior when he had been contentious towards her so far.<br/><br/><strong>"Is it, though?"</strong>he asked, before lifting his eyes up to observe her briefly until he turned his head towards the counter.<strong>"Digging someone is like digging a car, ain't it? You see the rims, the paint job, the head lights, all of that first,"</strong>he continued his analogy, observing his injured fist under the light and making it more visible to Aubrey by moving it in different angles in front of her.<strong>"Maybe there's some scratches on the bodywork that needs fixin' or some other... problem."</strong>He stopped looking at his fist and dived into her eyes again.<strong>"In any case, if you like the car so far, you hear it out, maybe a stock V6 does the job or you'd rather hear a turbo do its thing out there, or a supercharger even? Who knows? Then you take a peek inside. Is it comfy? Minimalist? Luxurious? Is it meant for what I intend to drive it for?"</strong>He took a big sip of his corona and then concluded.<strong>"We might have access to all that info with a car, but with people you're usually only left with the visuals and a glimpse of their sound with no way to verify authenticity. No warranty if you make a mistake either. At that point, what's on the inside doesn't count much."</strong>He leaned on towards her, his precedent serious expression transitioning to a soft, inviting smile.<strong>"So... Wanna have a test drive, to get a peek inside?"</strong>