<strong>Name:</strong>Nicole “Nikki” Hasegawa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14895475#msg14895475)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured with Alpinestars shoes (https://m.fortnine.ca/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/ProductImages/OG/2014-Alpinestars-Stella-Josey-Waterproof-Shoes-MCSS.jpg)<br/><strong>Current Vehicle:</strong>1994 Nissan GTR32<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 17 | Minutes after midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Private Desert Bonfire and back to the Warehouse<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Talking with Trey, retreating back to the Warehouse<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Drug use<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Travis McCarthy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14898200#msg14898200), Demarco Benjamin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14906898#msg14906898), Tiffany (NPC), Raymond (NPC), Open<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Nikkihasegawa01.jpg)</div>Even with Tiffany walking back over to him after talking to someone on his crew, Raymond was keeping watch on the scene unfolding. Another pair of headlights turned out to be a sweet Mustang pumping hip hop tunes from its speakers. He already knew from the driver coming out that this was one of many dealers who gave out the party drugs at Rave Wars. In the golden days, ecstasy was the gateway, but weed and similar joints soon took over as a decade passed in the 21st century. While he mostly drank beer like his mentors before him, never dabbling in cigarettes or similar fashions, Raymond tolerated Demarco Benjamin at his bonfire, as long as he didn't put his stash in his fire and smoke everyone out. He mostly just wanted to not be under the influence of such substances while he watched Mark's younger brother approach his little sister.<br/><br/>Nikki saw Tiny's entrance as well and being the advocate of a drug-free lifestyle, she shied away from the intimidating clouds of smoke, but found refuge with the approaching figure of Trey. It was unmistakable that he was Mark's brother, though the longer hair sort of hid those qualities. Nikki was more used to Mark's cleaner cuts, since he occasionally dropped by her father's shop for parts or advice on naturally-aspirating machines, mostly in tow of her big brother, who often sided with turbos.<br/><br/>Tiffany was unnerved by Raymond's crewmate, finding solace in approaching and starting a conversation with her ex. And likely the cause of their breakup was his stubbornness in finding a subject to focus on and not letting anything else distract him. It was quintessentially the meaning of "tunnel vision." Tiffany just leaned on the trunk of Raymond's car, distracting herself with selfies on Instagram while Raymond looked through the heat of the fire to find Trey slowly approaching Nikki and starting to speak with her.<br/><br/>Nikki caught his gaze and in a split-second, she saw him in his own way, give Trey his blessing and just for a little while, remove that invisible protective barrier that he always had when members of the opposite sex came into proximity of her. She took a big gulp of her IZZE and parted her hair as Trey spoke up. Seeing signs of nervousness in Trey made her relax and she pushed off the fender of her car to stand up straight and face him.<strong>“Hey Trey. I've been good. You?”</strong>she said and shot the question back at him. When hearing the rumor, she was quick to clarify things.<strong>“I'll be driving, but not to compete. I've never been a racer, just a really good driver. How about you? But I know a racing machine when I hear one. You gonna be cutting her loose on the tracks?”</strong><br/><br/>As if on cue, Tiny had approached the two of them, the joint still in his hand. There was a slight pause in their conversation that the dealer found it appropriate to share his blunt. Trey was the first to take a hit and took a long one, which made Nikki's face turn sour just thinking of the duration of smoke in his mouth and nasal passages. When he was done, he exhaled the smoke through his nostrils, much like a dragon. Although it looked cool, Nikki was quick to think of the adverse effects on him. The hesitant coughs were a sign that he was just<em>blowing smoke</em>, no pun intended, or putting on a show to either boost his ego or show off in front of Nikki. Trey then offered the blunt to her, but her decision was confident. She shook her head and made a gesture like she was actually trying to fan the smoke away from her and towards Tiny.<strong>“No thanks.”</strong><br/><br/>Nikki gazed over to Raymond and with his eyes, silently applauded her decision not to hit it. Even though she was here of her own free will, she was still under her brother's protection. She quickly sent Tiffany a text, saying she was going to head back to the Warehouse. With eyes that said sorry, mostly to Trey, she opened her car door, since her car was a right-hand drive Skyline, and turned over the engine. She kindly backed up from the circle of cars, minding not to hit the extra Mustang sitting just outside the circle. She made her way back to the desert roads and sped back to the warehouse where Rave Wars was still being held, the multi-colored spotlights letting anybody in the vicinity exactly where it was. Since her car was mostly stock, if anyone with a faster machine, Tiffany included, could very well catch up to her when she got to the outer perimeter of the abandoned airbase, where the venue of Race Wars was being held.<br/><br/>She'd parked just outside the back door and would get let in by the bouncer, though if either Trey or Tiny had followed her, the bouncer, who was a heavy-set Samoan guy, would only allow Trey in, since Mark was well known with the staff, sending Tiny around to the front door.