<strong>Name:</strong>Molly Roth<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White, linen pencil skirt ending just above the knee. Black silk blouse with the top three buttons open.  Matching white linen suit jacket.  Black suede knee high boots with stiletto heels. Hair pulled back with a black leather barrette.<br/><strong>Current Vehicle:</strong>SR20DET swapped Datsun 2000 Roadster<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Late night, June 16, 2019<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Warehouse and general vicinity<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Arriving<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WfgVKmC.jpg)</div>Race Wars was the biggest event of the year on the West Coast.  People came from all over to race, party and to spectate.  Rave Wars kicked things off in the partying department.  One of the big warehouses on the airbase had been converted specifically for the purpose.  Granted, it was a much more controlled party than in years past....but there was still plenty of booze, bravado and far too much testosterone.  That combination alway ended up in fist fights....and grudge races.  Used to be a drag race... it these days the dual could mean anything from drifting to time attack to a race on the road course....to yes....a drag race.  As with most sporting events, there was a definite set of tiers in place. The more money you had to spend or the more sponsorships you had, the higher the tier level.<br/><br/>Molly was on that top tier.  Most racers rolled in with a crew and with the stated purpose of taking as much money from the other racers as possible.  But those at the top went for more.  Molly was going for more.  She wanted to win the war...to prove she was the best there was.  This year she was loaded for bear.  She’d spent the last year swapping a built LS3 into her Nissan 350Z along with widening the body to accept a 315/335 set of Hoosier Racing slicks and adding a full Aero package.  Every last part of the car that wasn’t necessary was removed and those that were necessary were weight reduced as much as possible.  Once the car was up, running and tuned....it was all the seat time she could find to shake down and sort the car out.<br/><br/>And now here she was....the night before it all began.  She had a crew of one. Her crew chief/mechanic, Paul West, has driven the Toter Home down with the race trailer earlier in the day to claim a spot in the paddock and get everything prepped and ready.  Molly has driven the Datsun down from the office and arrived after the sun went down. She’d checked in with Paul to make sure everything was fine, then decided to check out Rave Wars.  It probably would have made a bigger impression on the competition had she shown up in the Evora 400....but the car was still down.  Roth was in the middle of converting the custom single turbo system she’d designed and built into a twin turbo setup.  The single had simply had too much lag and the twin system would have smaller turbos, which would allow them to spook up faster.<br/><br/>If she could ever find the time to finish.<br/><br/>So instead she brought the Datsun.  Not that 400whp wasn’t enough for a little 1900 lb car.  Plus...it had plenty of OG street cred, being older than probably everyone in a 50 mile radius.  So when she pulled up outside the warehouse and stepped out of the car, she knew there were a lot of eyes on her.  Molly straightened her skirt and gently shut the door behind her.  Her heels clicked on the concrete as she headed for the door....barely giving the door man a second look as she blew past him.<br/><br/>Inside the music was blaring, strobes and lasers flashing and swinging around in the smoke filled air.  Molly stopped inside the door and took it all in....the hundreds of people gyrating to the music...till she spotted the bar.  Heading that way, she pushed through the throng of people and waved to get the bartender’s attention.  “Macallan, neat!” she yelled.  The bartender nodded...and went off to get her scotch.  Once he came back, she took the glass and turned around to look back through the crowd again....