Thread: Driven to the Edge [Blu and Driven]

Just an omelet for me, please. Sausage, cheese, peppers and mushrooms... she paused as the waiter scribbled down her order and then dropped the menu onto the table near him. And can I replace the toast with a blueberry muffin, please? Thank you! she finished, smiling politely at the waiter who nodded, scribbled down Luke's order and then hustled off to turn it in. They settled into a comfortable silence once more, both sipping at their appropriate drinks as the two exhausted drivers mulled over their own thoughts in the silence. One of the benefits of their friendship was their comfortable silences. It was how she knew they would be great friends from the start. With her hands wrapped around the mug, hazel eyes studied him a moment. So what'd you do with the Bird? His brow furrowed and he exhaled a long sigh. The usual. Drove it out to my parent's so my dad could hide it in the shed. Not having covered parking at our apartment really sucks, he grumbled unhappily. What about the Fox? Just covered in the shed without the plate? Her lips pursed and she shook her head. Took the plate off, yeah, but switched her to radials this morning, loaded her and just about all of my tools onto the trailer and brought it out to Pete's. He swapped trailer plates and I'm gonna let her hang out there for a while... she shrugged. Luke's brows rose high upon his forehead. Really? That much? She nodded glumly. I think I might have pushed it a little too far last night, in retrospect. That cop was really gunning for me and I got a little carried away... she trailed off, unable to mask the sheepish grin that tugged the corners of her lips upward. Luke's gaze narrowed and she started laughing. What? I respect a guy who chooses to go for the big dogs even when his lil' cruiser is just a tad overwhelmed. So what if I might have stunted a little in front of him, waved, taunted him... her voice had begun to trail off at So what and by the end of the sentence she was drowning the words with another swig of tea. He rubbed his forehead, exasperated. Jesus, Laur, you're going to get your ass handed to you so hard if he gets anywhere near you! You have got to be pissing this guy off and at some point he's going to catch you and you and the Fox aren't going to stand a chance! he hissed, causing her to frown and shake her head. He's not going to get near me. Not in the P-O-S and not ever. Nothing is going to happen to her. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. I hope you're right...Kelley wants me to stop the shit and either sell the Bird or just keep her on a track... The change in conversation made Lara's stomach drop. She...what? I asked her to marry me two days ago and there's-... You what? she cut him off somewhat loudly, her eyes lighting up as she shoved his shoulder across the table and laughed. Why didn't you tell me, sooner? That's so awesome! Congrats, man! He smiled shyly and nodded. Thanks...but I don't know what to do about the Bird... At that, Lara played with the string of the teabag quietly. Well, it's your lives. I can't say I blame her for wanting you to cut the game...but that just means I have to find a different right hand, she teased, though waved a hand dismissively. On the bright side, from what you've told me, she had some killer quarter times back in the day, right? He sighed and chuckled. Yeah, I guess so...