<strong>Name:</strong>Trey McCarthy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14898200#msg14898200)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans, sneakers, and grey wife-beater style tank top<br/><strong>Current Vehicle:</strong>Beside his Hemi Cuda<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 17 | 1pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Paddock Area, near McCarthy Trailer and RV<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Last minute tune-ups<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nikki Hasegawa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14895475#msg14895475), Closed<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://img-9gag-fun.9cache.com/photo/aMG726x_700bwp.webp)</div>Trey had not been having a good morning.  Last night had been pretty fun, but it had been cat far too short for his liking when his older brother had been told that he had supposedly been racing Tiny out in the desert.  While this wasn't true, it was enough that Mark had called him and made it clear that he was to head back to the RV.  Not wanting to deal with the fallout of telling his older brother to fuck off the night before Race Wars, Trey had done what was asked of him, though asking might've been too kind of a word for it.  He had gotten a good half an hour chewing out before his brother finally let him go off to bed.  Of course, Trey knew the real reason this had happened.  He had been seen talking to Nikki and that was enough to cause everyone to panic.  Apparently, they were all worried that the two would somehow get involved and also somehow screw up the comfortable truce between the Hasegawa and the McCarthy.<br/><br/>Why they thought something would happen like that, Trey honestly didn't know.  Until last night, he had barely spoken to Nikki and even then, they hadn't talked about too much.  But he hadn't been given much time to think about it since almost as soon as he'd gotten up, eaten, and showered, Mark had him practicing on the quarter-mile.  It was something Trey was good at, which was why his brother was going to let him actually race.  But the problem was something wasn't right and it was driving him nuts.  After three practice runs, he knew something was amiss and he couldn't figure out what it was.  All he knew was that if he didn't get it corrected, then it could very well cost him a race.  And if he lost, then he knew Mark wouldn't be happy.  In the ultra competitive world of street racing, beating Mark McCarthy's younger brother was something that could be bragged about for a long time.  Neither Mark nor Trey wanted that.<br/><br/>Which was why as Nikki approached, she would hear him let out a string of curses as he wiped the sweat from his brow and ran his fingers through his hair to get it away from his face.  Turning slightly, he would offer her a slight smile before he would gesture at his car.<strong>"Damn thing's giving me fits,"</strong>he said,<strong>"Not sure if the drive through the desert knocked something loose or if sand is somewhere it shouldn't be or what, but it's shifting hard and uneven.  It's costing me a split second of acceleration every time I shift and I can't afford to lose that split second in the quarter-mile."</strong>He sighed as he tried to tie his hair into a loose ponytail with a band of leather in order to get it out of his eyes so he could continue to look at the engine.<strong>"I'm up in less than an hour,"</strong>he told her,<strong>"And if I don't fix this and I lose, Mark will never let me hear the end of it."</strong>