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

The more he spoke, the more Roslyn had a feeling that they would get along just fine...or at the very least well-enough to handle this little assignment. I probably could've bought my own private island, she joked with a little shake of her head. Or my own personal track...but that wouldn't be nearly as fun as a public track, she couldn't help but muse aloud. It was nice to know that not all of the law enforcement officials held no concept of how or why she did what she did. She couldn't help but wonder just what his background in racing really was, however. Her lips pursed and her own head shook in disappointment at the conclusion of his story. That all happened too often young kids with money to spend and not the skill to back it up. They ended up destroying perfectly capable cars and giving the rest of the drivers around them a bad reputation. The discomfort brought on by the story was quickly replaced, however, by a mischievous grin as he mentioned a possible track day for them both. I'm always up for a little challenge. I hope you're not rusty, though. Track racing isn't necessarily my favorite style, but I've got some skills beyond drifting, she chirped playfully. I'm sure you wouldn't be bored in a race against me. She bit her lip slightly as he laughed and called her out on her clearly false innocence. It seemed they shared very similar mindsets, indeed. Her mischievous glint reflected through her gaze. And her grin only broadened when he mentioned his potential interest in seeing just how she handled the cops. She could certainly arrange that. ...I was thinking a vinyl wrap or something...I rather like the black. Might have to just buy a second, older car since they've got their eye out for me now, she pondered aloud jokingly. Well...partly joking, anyway. She shrugged at his comment regarding few drivers actually racing Mustangs. Not everyone can handle the solid rear axle. She rolled her eyes. Sure, it's not the best for handling, but you can wrestle it in place to perform well. Sometimes I just think that most people don't want to even bother with the effort, she huffed. It was disappointing, really. Every car had its weakness, and it was no secret that the Mustang's was in its handling. That didn't mean it should be written off strictly for the drag strip, however. She could name several drivers who had done very well on road courses in a Mustang. It just required a little extra...finesse. She exhaled a slow breath through her mouth at the serious turn in the conversation, only nodding. I appreciate you being upfront with me about it, if I'm honest...even if I don't have much of a choice in participating, she joked lightly as they headed for the door. Her own eyes rolled in their sockets at the return of his cocky demeanor, although it was all good-natured. She wasn't exactly being any more modest. She pouted as he still maintained a hold of her keys. Hey, I don't let just anyone drive my car, y'know! she huffed as she followed him out the door, getting the distinct feeling that he was purposely withholding her keys just to tease her. It made the walk to the impound lot that much longer and her that much more antsy. She needed those keys in the palm of her hand... At the lot, countered the guard's look with a bright smile, one that quickly faltered as she realized Kai was rather rapidly approaching her car. Hey... she began, her own stride lengthening in an attempt to keep up with him. The corners of her lips tugged down into a frown and she halted in front of her front bumper and crossed her arms over her chest as he opened the door. As much as she wanted to be agitated, though, the sound of the V8 grumbling into life sent a soothing shiver down her spine and her agitation melted into a little grin. Alright, alright - very funny. Get your ass in that passenger seat and I'll give you an idea of what my girl can do, she smirked.