<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 16 | Sometime before midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Warehouse, Ground Floor bar to Hip Hop Floor<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Seeing a familiar face<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Molly Roth (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14966012#msg14966012), Tiffany (NPC), Open<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/11/NikkiHasegawa02.jpg)</div>Nikki was showing her friend Tiffany around the place, since it was her first time ever attendiing the week-long street racing festival that was Race Wars. Seeing the many cars already parked outside and how much activity there was around cars and inside the very warehouse housing multiple floors of different music genres and different types of party-goers, it reminded her of visiting Daikoku Futo Parking Area in Tokyo, Japan, though in the middle of a desert, not a bustling city. Her exotic look had people waving at her and even guys who tried to stop her as she walked around the floor, being pulled by her escort Nikki. She was on the lookout for the best path to the stairs, since the ground floor was a more chilled sort of scene.<br/><br/>But before she ascend what looked to be the staircase, she spotted a familiar face at the bar. She didn't need clues to figure out that this woman stood out and it wasn't her beauty that was doing it. Molly was like a big sister to her and was less like an aunt, even though she was in good graces with her father. Something within Nikki told her that this chill scene wasn't here scene and someone was in some need of eurobeat, as if her mind was racing on tomorrow's competition.<br/><br/>Pulling Tiffany along, Nikki walked over to Molly, calling out to her when she was near, “Hey Miss Molly!” For a second there, she thought she sounded like when she was a teenager, hanging around ferrying tools to the mechanics and greeting her whenever she came around the garage. The two women embraced and Nikki turned around to introduce her friend. “Oh, Molly, this is my friend Tiffany, from Japan. It's her first time at Race Wars.”