<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>Upper floor Hip Hop Club stage to undisclosed location<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>A bit of dancing with DJ Konstantina and a bit of driving with Tiffany later on<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Travis McCarthy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14898200#msg14898200), Tiffany (NPC), Raymond (NPC), Open<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Nikkihasegawa01.jpg)</div>Hip Hop beats pumped through the Upper Floor speakers, all open eyes focused on the lovely ladies dancing adjacent to a female DJ, who is excitedly spinning and mixing music tracks on parallel turntables. A Rave Wars hype man called out to the gyrating crowd lost in the atmosphere of the club, making known that DJ Konstantina was continuing her set well into the early morning hours. Smoke machines constantly misted into the club, providing the many lasers to manifest in the air above the club, which was already filled with color.<br/><br/>In the midst of the crowd, two half-Asian women danced facing each other. There were smiles on their faces as they too were lost in the music, spinning and moving their bodies to the Hip Hop beats the DJ was pumping out. For a second, Nikki had felt someone come up behind her, putting his hands on places she didn't give permission to touch, but the next moment, a familiar embrace enveloped her. “You should better ask first, dude, before you start dancing with my sister,” the man said and the embrace was none other than Nikki's older brother Raymond Hasegawa. He was the main racer in his crew and like an older brother, kept a close watch on his little sister, who had grown quite a lot between the last Race Wars and this years. His arm wrapped around the other woman, whose name was Tiffany Nguyen, a close friend of Nikki and who had a brief stint dating Raymond when they lived in Japan. “We're going to have the bonfire BBQ just like last year. I'll text you the coordinates. You can come, too, Tiffy.”<br/><br/>Nikki looked at her friend and spoke up, “I think we'll give you a head start, Ray. I owe it to Miss K.G. to stay just after midnight.”<br/><br/>“Alright, I'll see you at the sight. The gang's already there I think,” Raymond said, planting a kiss on Nikki's forehead and unwrapping her arms from the girls. He headed down, leaving the pair to the music. The two resumed their dancing and continued to have a good time well after midnight struck.<br/><br/>Tiffany momentarily left Nikki's presence to get up on stage, a purple wristband on her arm allowing her access up to the DJ's booth. She gave DJ Konstantina a side hug held the record button on her phone to add a video to her Instagram stories, the female DJ not missing a beat and even putting in an audible pause being dropping a new bassy beat onto the already existing track, mixing the two flawlessly.<br/><br/>Tiffany caught up with Nikki at the foot of the stage, who was looking at her phone, at a text sent by Raymond. “Shall we head out? I'm getting kinda hungry.” Tiffany nodded and took Nikki's hand, allowing her to lead her out of the warehouse.<br/><br/><div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/DJ_konstantinagianni01.jpg)</div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">DJ Konstanina Gianni</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OL5ycqUKce8</div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><hr/><br/><strong>After the partying...</strong><br/><br/>Nikki, followed by Tiffany right behind her, made her way through the multi-floor warehouse where Rave Wars housed different music stages on each floor. Once on the ground floor, they exited out a back door and the two girls spotted an RV pulling in, emblazoned with the unmistakeable logo of the McCarthy racing team. As Nikki and Tiffany walked to their respective cars, her own a Nissan GTR32 and Tiffany's a slightly-tuned Audi S4, a group of guys emptied out of the RV and were heading to the warehouse. “Nikki. Aren't we going? Nikki!” Tiffany slightly shouted to get her friend's attention.<br/><br/>Nikki had waved to the guys heading to the warehouse. They were acquaintances she met from the last Race Wars, who from time to time went over to the Hasegawa-cordoned area of the paddocks. But her eyes were focused on Mark and another guy, who looked to be getting a pep-talk. He looked familiar but she couldn't recognize him due to the distance and them being in the RV's shadow, the moon in full brightness. “Yeah,” Nikki said, catching the guy's eye at the last minute before getting into her car, turning the engine over and letting the cars' purrs fill the lot. The crunch of the gravel was heard as the cars slowly pulled out of the lot and onto the road leading out of the airfield and to the roads surrounding it. She was following the GPS on her phone, set on a destination that wasn't at a particular address, but at a set of coordinates. It was basically going to be in the middle of the desert, which had already cooled down from the daytime heat.<br/><br/>With little to no police presence on the roads, the R32 Skyline and Audi S4 sped down the roads, heeding no warning to crossing the double yellow median lines and surpassing the posted speed limit. Surely to the observant ear, their muffler sounds and screeching tires could be heard across the desert back to the airfield. Other cars were racing while others, like Nikki and Tiffany, were just enjoying the ride, though pushing their respective chariots to their limits.<br/><br/>While they overtook one another, keeping pace with on another, Nikki spotted a pair of headlights right behind her. Was this someone following her or a guest only Raymond invited. Even as they left the asphalt and tranferred to hard desert sand, the pair of headlights followed, though did so at a slower pace. Once the pair of cars made it to a clearing, where a number of cars were parked in a circle with a bunch of drivers standing in the middle where there was already an roaring fire, Nikki and Tiffany parked their cars at two empty spots in the circle. They promptly got out, Nikki looking over her shoulder at the car that was following them. It was still a ways out and she wondered if Raymond knew who it belonged to.<br/><br/>“You've made it,” Raymond said, giving Nikki a warmer embrace. “Did you invite someone?”<br/><br/>“I thought you were the one who invited someone,” Nikki mentioned.<br/><br/>Tiffany looked over her shoulder as well and waited for the uninvited driver to make his or her way over. “I wonder who it could be.”