<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>"Because where everyone else fails, you're going to teach old dogs new tricks because you're such a wholesome guy?"</strong>She was giving him a hard time, but she knew he knew it was all in the name of good fun. Either way, free drinks! Man it felt great to have tits sometimes.<br/><br/>When they reached the bar and she saw the bartender's face practically diving between the other girl's tits, well, what was there to say but understanding. She got him, if they'd traded place she'd be doing the same. Looked like there was a lot more than just a facelift that had happened under her top, but hey, if she was happy with it right? It didn't seem like the bartender minded at all. Seeing the gesture from Riley... God how tempting it was to go with the girliest drink the bartender could make. In the end though, she didn't want to bust his balls too much.<strong>"Two beer then, literally anything but corona."</strong><br/><br/>After getting their beer and moving to a spot where they could chat, she had her first sip. Thank god it was actually decent beer. Then again decent beer meant just about anything not watered down piss. Still, it was good.<strong>"Little bit of both sounds about right. Sure, it's great content, but first and foremost... It's just fun."</strong>While track-days were fun and all, going to something bigger every now and then was great. Somewhere that attracted some real competition. She chuckled as Riley went on to talk about one of the other teams and whatnot. She didn't care too much about it all things considered.<br/><br/>First and foremost she was there to have fun, and she didn't care if she lost some money on it. It was fun and all to go home with a sack of cash, but if she broke even she was satisfied. It was like that every year. Someone lost big a year, decided that instead of cutting their losses went full pimp-my-ride and won back some next year. Not that she was any different, it was a part of the hobby. She tried to not involve herself too much with the hierarchies that used the event to butt heads. She was there for the official races, whatever went on beyond that was none of her business. Curiosity was one thing, but given her public standing she didn't want to paint a target on her back.<br/><br/><strong>"Just work, crazy busy before the event ya'know? Barely have time to sleep the last month before the event."</strong>She chuckled and had another sip of her beer.<strong>"Been fully booked and then some for at least the last month, so my pockets are plenty padded to lose some Benjamins."</strong>Despite the statement, she didn't seem the least bit worried. Be it if she doubted she would, or if she just didn't care, was left to interpretation. Still, where Riley was worried about being eaten up by the bigger groups, she didn't seem to care in the slightest. Fuck if she cared about street cred, she was there to have fun, and fun she was going to have, regardless of green or red books at the end of it all.