Thread: The Good, the Bad, and the Fast (Sparxman and driven)

Roslyn's eyes misted over with a wistful sigh. Indeed, it was impossible to fathom just how much money she had found herself pouring into her car. Between the upgrades, regular maintenance, tires and everything else, had she kept all the receipts and documents, she probably could have purchased an island to herself. Or built her own private track. Or both. There was a very distinct reason she didn't keep track she didn't want to sob into her empty bank account. Yeah, it's amazing how quickly the money adds up... she studied him a moment, a little grin on her lips. And if you've put any kind of money into your car like I have, then you know how it is definitely worth every penny, she winked. She certainly would have spent it all again. She didn't change her position as he leaned forward, and the mischievous little smirk remained the same as well. She could sense the potential to get along with this guy, that was for sure. Hopefully things wouldn't get too overly complicated and this could be wrapped up quickly. Who knows? Maybe she'd walk away with an actual racing buddy. He obviously had more experience behind the wheel then he was outright admitting just yet. That little competitive inkling that was never completely gone from her mind perked up she was always up for a good challenge, and if he was as good a driver as his confidence suggested... Power helps, but power without the skill is just dangerous, she offered with a shrug. She quirked a brow at him teasingly shortly thereafter. Confident, aren't we? Sometime I'd be interested to see if you can put your car where your mouth is. Okay, so the butchering of the cliche was lame on her part, but she couldn't help it. His comment about her eluding the cops caused her to laugh unexpectedly, clapping a hand over her mouth as she shifted forward in her seat and shook her head. He was a little blunt with that one - he wasn't a fool. Me? Eluding the cops again ? I would never! I learned my lesson, Agent Valentine, I swear! she declared innocently, though the sparkle in her eye spoke anything but. She released a resigned breath and nodded in admittance at never having been graced with the challenge of a classic Mustang. Very few people have the balls to race a classic...or the cash to afford it, she shrugged. Curiosity colored her expression as her head tilted slightly. He was withholding some detail that she couldn't quite place... If I saw one, I'd probably have to stand four feet away so I wouldn't drool on it. I'd hate to mess up the paint, she laughed. Roslyn would have to admit that, despite the extra hint of anxiety that came along with it, she was glad he had been forthcoming with the information regarding the group. The local police department had done jack shit other than give her two options help out or lose your car. She had to go into this with the right mindset, otherwise the two of them could have an even more difficult time. She offered a little smile and nodded. Sounds good to me. You focus on making sure I don't screw up off the track and I'll just make sure they can't touch me on the track, she laughed lightly. Her grin broadened when he agreed with her addition to the story, instinctively sitting upright in her chair as he rose to his feet. She nodded shortly. Kai it is, she confirmed before the mischievousness of her smirk returned. The track? Any opportunity to kick some ass, I'm game for! Her gaze couldn't help but shift towards the keys still around his finger up until he announced that it was time to head out. She rose to her feet, an excited spark tingling throughout her body. She was ready to be out of there and back in her car. She straightened out her clothes a bit before following him towards the door and pouting. Well ya gotta give me my keys back if I'm going to make a grand entrance at this event! Oh yes. She had plans for this.