<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><strong>"Eh, hang out with is a stretch,"</strong>Lindsay chuckled in a return, and had another swig of her beer.<strong>"Work is work, never gonna make it if you turn away every single face you don't like."</strong><br/><br/>Unsurprisingly, most of her yearly business for the dyno shop came from the prior month. It broke even and then some most months, but it was May and June that really brought out the big bucks. Either way, what came next solidified her suspicions it was his first time. She'd know, she'd been there for the last... Seven years now? Wow, time flew by. The first time was still the clearest in mind though. She'd won big on the first day and subsequently lost most of it during the next few. It was a part of the learning process, that's the way she saw it at least.<br/><br/><strong>"Everyone shows up ill prepared for their first time. Shit will break you never imagined would, down to the most obscure and unlikely. But, if you steer clear of the big groups, people are usually pretty helpful. Gotten more competitive the last few years granted, but it's not too hard to find parts or tools you need for a decent price. Friend of mine is doing short term rentals on a lot of tools down... You'll find it. Mig-welders, impact tools, whole nine yards. Saved my ass more than once."</strong>She let out another chuckle and had some more beer. Thinking about it, god how much shit had broken just the last few years. Springs had been her usual suspect, her wiring harness had caught fire... Twice, as well. Clutch had broken once, brakes several times... It wasn't easy. And then the boilovers that always ended up happening. That in particular happened to most though, given the heat of the desert. A hose clamp was all it took after all before the whole engine was covered with coolant. A good hawker could probably make a killing just selling bottles of coolant to competitors who forgot to bring some. Heck, she was sure there was several to be found.<br/><br/>Riley went on to ask about advertisements and such. She hummed along, giving the occasional nod when he explained his position. Truth be told, it was unlikely. Sure, she needed advertisers to keep the ship afloat, but there was a lot of factors to weigh. If she recommended something that made for a poor investment for her consumers, be it a bad product or a bad service, it could severely cripple both income and listener-relations for years. Still, she wasn't going to shoot it down completely.<br/><br/><strong>"Mmm, I'll think about it,"</strong>Lindsay mused in return.<strong>"No guarantees though. Keep in mind a lot of bureaucracy goes into these kinds of things. I have to think about what other advertisers will think, I have to know that the company is legit, all this kind of shit. No company would wanna be in the position of being recommended next to some major scam, ya'know? It's not that I don't trust ya, but I gotta think about my own livelihood as well. A lot easier to recommend some retailer over a company people trust with their hard-earned money."</strong>