<strong>Name:</strong>Riley "Rip" Thompson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14909092#msg14909092)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Baggy jeans, open short sleeve tommy bahama-esque shirt, without the need to wear sunglasses to see it, fly ass sneakers<br/><strong>Current Vehicle:</strong>Bringing his baby girl out for fun (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4e/73/92/4e739218ccd83da7ec38826c41289adf.jpg)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 17th -  Zee night!<br/><strong>Location:</strong>inside the party<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Getting his hustle on before he gets the party started!<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Family friendly!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lindsay W, Open<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://nation.com.pk/digital_images/medium/2017-03-21/drake-breaks-ed-sheeran-s-young-record-on-spotify-1490118298-4185.jpg)</div><br/>The voice...THAT voice! He'd hear it over all the shit going on around him even if she wasn't a radio personality. "Lind-zay! Wuddup girl! You know I like playing the odds. I only got so many racers in me, but this place is full of cash-infused idiots looking to blow it all or die trying. I'm just trying to help them see the bigger picture, and get my cut for being such an understanding guy!" He gave her a hug to show her love, then waved his hand at the party like he was the one that planned it all "Whatchoo need? Least I can do is buy you a drink...maybe talk about putting your money somewhere other than your car!"<br/><br/>He chuckled and helped fight through the crowds, then practically stood on some guy's shoulders to be noticed by the bartender, who was too busy eyeing the deep ass cleavage of one of the race bunnies. He wasn't even mad at him...those babies were definitely high-end after market upgrades with some serious ass suspension mods. He'd have likely been in a damn trance if he was pouring. "Yo! Booze chef! We need a lil sumthin'...ladies choice!" he gave Lindsay a chance to order, then just held up two fingers. Hard or soft, fruity or sour, he was a guy who didn't mind putting the selector on random and rolling with what came out.<br/><br/>The music was bumping hit after hit, though it tended to stay more on the electronic scene for the general audience. He knew a lot of the tracks by their sound more than their names. Trying to pin songs like these down used to drive his ass nuts when he was younger, because you could likely find the song, but if it was a remixed version or some b-side shit? Jesus, if it was recorded while the DJ was live? Forget about it! Once the bartender got their act together, he made sure to help find a chill spot to land. "So what's up? This work? Play? A little bit of both? I heard the Speedfreex put in some<strong>serious</strong>ass work on some of their better drivers...like some organized 'let's-get-this-bread' type shit."<br/><br/>Obviously he was a little shook by it, but he was playing to cool. Can't let 'em see you sweat too much "Of course none of that means shit if you ain't got timing and you ain't got skills! Just rolling around in an expensive ass paperweight, ya heard!?" he laughed and tipped the drink to her before reclining "Seriously...what's up? You don't even holla at your boy these days!"<br/>