<strong>Name:</strong>Devin Westlake (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14900450#msg14900450)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>this. Boys are easy (https://i.imgur.com/oh7gnLH.jpg). No sunglasses though, its night time.<br/><strong>Current Vehicle:</strong>The Weapon-R (https://i.imgur.com/252pjNn.jpg)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>City Streets of LA<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Visits a gas station, gets back on the road.<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Angelina Calderon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14898796#msg14898796), CLOSED<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2TJjiu1.jpg)</div>Sometimes, it was a fog line. The cracked broken portions of road always changed. It was a slow process, but it happened. That chance of a sudden pothole made things interesting. Redlined, the steady of his right heel made all the difference. The weapon-R didn’t know how to understeer, the loss of traction made the speed possible. But inertia knew only one direction, and Devin Westlake’s engine was right behind the back of his head.<br/><br/>The fastest way between two points was a straight line, but on a road with switchbacks and twisting corners around hills and broken pieces of Earth, there was no straight line. So the starting line and the finish line didn’t have one direct line, it had an infinite amount. That was some the only fun left to have.<br/><br/>His tires were still hot, he could feel that around slow corners on the city streets. The weapon had as much desire as he did, or more so it felt like, these days. Driving this car almost felt wrong. He wasn’t using it the way it wanted to be used. It needed to run free, an animal that worked up energy. He’d just finished in the hills, overall, it had been a dull night. Old roads, old hats, no one even drove where he drove anymore. He contemplated his place in the world as he drove to the only gas station that he ever went to.<em>‘Am I an old man now? Am I even looking for people to race?’</em>He wasn’t even sure at this point.<br/><br/>With his music quietly filling the station under the highway, his tires hopped over the entrance with agility and weightless give. The hum of the engine rumbled down into a purr, and the car found it’s place. Refueling was a joy for Devin these days. Quietly, he sponsored this independent business, tucked away in the center of town. Spending some time with Simon was never a bad thing. It was a refuel in a lot of ways for Westlake.<br/><br/>He’d bought a coffee, and a full tank - talking outside with his friend as the attendant had a smoke outside. Simon was Devin’s ear to the ground. A lot of guys in the scene came here for gas. It was a challenge to find high octane anywhere else. So, he knew what was up, where it was happening, and who was going to be there… or at least, he had a good guess.<br/><br/>Devin stayed for nearly half an hour, watching a half dozen drivers come in to get their fuel, electing for regular petrol in their daily drivers. ... That was, all but one. He didn't miss a WRX, this cherry red model floated into the parking lot. Most cars didn't move like that. The engine hummed, he could feel the clutch move just by listening. 'smooth...' Devin watched this car more carefully than the rest. The Subaru made him want to smoke a cigarette. 'I think I need to start smoking again...' He felt like he was losing his mind without them. Most Regular people were like shadows to Devin, he ignored them as Simon helped them inside. But this woman was burned in his brain. The approach and stance of her all wheel drive monster would stick out more than her face. But, that was just how he was, cars genuinely interested him more than women.<br/><br/>Simon had mentioned them, but he knew Devin, so he managed to keep the conversation based around the car, that was until the end, "and, I'm sure you saw the driver...?" Testing his old friend, he just wanted to hear the response he expected, for the sake of nostalgia.<br/><br/>Devin did as was expected of him, "High octane, smart left foot..." he shrugged, "hard to say-" Devin looked to his left. Simon was even offering him a cigarette. "No, thank you, and fuck you." Simon laughed. "She looked young."<br/><br/>"Yeah, that's one way to say it!" Lighting up instead of Devin, they continued to pass the time under the warm yellow lights above.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Back on the road, Devin and the weapon R were at a loss. Rave wars was … a distraction. Devin didn't like distractions. He’d known about the party when it was still in its infancy, and he’d attended back then too. More lately, it had become about the party, and not enough about the scene for him. Avoiding it was his only option, so with nothing to do, Devin was headed North again, back into the hills that called to him. He couldn’t help himself, the speedometer on the Weapon was starting to float beyond the legal markers. Impatient, and white knuckling the wheel, Devin was pissed off for no reason, and that usually meant he was about to burn through his tires before the sun came up.<br/>