<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qRvIFSX.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Travis McCarthy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14898200#msg14898200)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Grey t-shirt, blue jeans, black boots<br/><strong>Current Vehicle:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Nighttime<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Warehouse<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Arriving<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Trey sat in the loft of the RV as it rolled through the desert.  Beneath him, his brother’s best friend, Ron, was driving as his older brother Mark was sitting beside him, half asleep as he pretended to be reading something.  The rest of the crew was in various degrees of boredom as they lounged on the couches and chairs in the back of the RV.  Mark had gotten it a couple of years back to give them someplace to stay and relax that was out of the hot sun of the desert.  Behind them, Jones was driving the trailer that hauled their cars that they would be racing.  Trey had wanted to drive his car out, but Mark had been dead set against it, talking about dust in the engine, like that wasn’t going to happen anyway.  And once again, Trey had lost the argument and found himself doing what Mark wanted him to do.  Such had been the story of his life up until this point.  Mark would set his mind to something and Trey would end up following his lead and doing what he was asked to do.  It had worked out so far, but it had left him feeling unfulfilled.<br/><br/>However, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t excited for Race Wars.  He had been going the last couple of years, but this was the first year that Mark was going to let him drive in it.  He’d been working hard to fine-tune his Hemi Cuda since he’d finally gotten Mark to agree.  It was almost perfect, but there was one little thing that he was still trying to work out, but he was sure he would in time to race.  So there was little doubt that he was excited, more excited than he’d ever been.  But that was tomorrow.  For tonight, they were headed to Rave Wars, the biggest party in the summer, or at least for those in their world.  Trey had gotten to go last year, finally, and it had been one of the wildest parties that he’d ever been a part of.  Drinking, music, dancing, there had been a fight or two that had been quickly broken up, and the girls.  Damn there had been plenty of gorgeous girls.  He smiled just thinking about the cute redhead that he’d hooked up with that night.  He didn’t remember her name, but it was probably for the best since he was fairly sure there had been a wedding ring on her finger.<br/><br/>Smile still on his face, he turned to the window and watched as the warehouse started to come into view.  It was three stories high and had been fixed up over the last few years since Rave Wars had become a massive event.  People were already filing into the place and he could hear a strange mix of music that could only come from the fact that each floor catered to a different style of music and dancing.  He was really looking forward to having a good time and getting to cut loose a bit.  As they were pulling into the massive parking area, they parked near the back with the rest of the trailers and RVs that had shown up.  Closer to the building were the cars and on the other side was a large group of tents that were where plenty of others were staying the night.  And, of course, people were filing into the warehouse with IDs being checked and the hands of those that were underaged being x’ed to ensure that they didn’t get into underaged drinking.  It may have been a party in the desert, but the cops still liked to show up from time to time.<br/><br/><em>“Alright, everyone listen up!”</em>came Mark’s voice as everyone moved to head to the front of the RV,<em>“Yes, it’s a party and yes, everyone have fun, but don’t do anything stupid.  We’ve got Race Wars tomorrow and I expect everyone on their best.”</em>He got a series of acknowledgements from the group before they would one by one file off the RV and start towards the warehouse.  But as it was Trey’s turn to get off, he would feel his brother’s hand on his shoulder before turning to look at Mark.<em>“You know to be careful, right little brother?”</em>Mark asked him with a serious look on his face,<em>“You’re driving tomorrow, so don’t drink too much.” </em>Trey let out a deep breath and nodded.<strong>“I won’t, Mark,”</strong>he said,<strong>“You don’t need to worry about me.”</strong>Trey could see the look on Mark’s face that he was still worried about him.  Trey knew that part of it was because Mark was his older brother, but it was still annoying for him.  He was twenty-two and old enough to know what he should and shouldn’t be doing.  And as he started to make his way towards the warehouse, he was planning on having a good time and worrying about the outcome later.