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The Plot Bunnies are attacking!
Leaning back against his car - a black, outwardly unadorned Nissan GT-R - Nyle looked around. The place was chock full of tricked up cars and lightly-clad people. Well, it was a hot night and the half naked women and men all around were all looking to make it even hotter. Some had even started, and a few had even foregone trying to find a private corner. Who needed to pay for third rate porn videos when all they had to do was come to an illegal street race?
Snorting at the thought, Nyle turned his attention more to the cars than the people. There were all shapes and sizes, colours and designs - some of which were so glaring that they were down right painful to look at. Some cars had subwoofers the size of their wheels belting out loud music, and some cars were bouncing up and down. On one of these cars a gaggle of lightly-clad girls were sitting and shrieking and giggling whenever the car bounced. Around them stood a pack of guys, all staring in great interest at the girls' chests as they, too, bounced. Nyle was amazed that the breasts didn't bounce right out of their bras or scraps of fabrics deemed as singlets.
There were very few cars around that could pose a threat to Nyle in the upcoming races. Over there stood a driver Nyle had raced against before and there was a friendly sort of competition going on between them. And off in another direction was a guy who was new, but whose car lacked any and all visual ridiculous add-ons that most newbies favoured. Nyle decided to keep an eye on that guy, and then nodded in greeting to a couple of guys that passed his car.
"Quite a turn out tonight, eh?" Bob said as he slid up next to Nyle and leaned back against the car, copying Nyle's pose. "See any marks around?"
"Several. I'm gonna make some good money tonight."
"I was talking about the girls, man, the girls!" Bob nudged him. "You know? Girls? The opposite of men? Lot's of fun to be had with them?"
Nyle rolled his eyes. "And I was talkin' about cars. Far more fun to be had with cars. Especially if you get a girl inside a car."
"Point. Very good point. I need to get myself a car."
"I thought you had one?"
Bob sighed and gestured dramatically. "Had one. Past tense. Had to get rid of it when the cops started getting too close. Bloody bastards are cracking down on us lately!"
"Hn." Nyle looked around again. "I'll keep an eye out, thanks for the warnin'."
Snorting at the thought, Nyle turned his attention more to the cars than the people. There were all shapes and sizes, colours and designs - some of which were so glaring that they were down right painful to look at. Some cars had subwoofers the size of their wheels belting out loud music, and some cars were bouncing up and down. On one of these cars a gaggle of lightly-clad girls were sitting and shrieking and giggling whenever the car bounced. Around them stood a pack of guys, all staring in great interest at the girls' chests as they, too, bounced. Nyle was amazed that the breasts didn't bounce right out of their bras or scraps of fabrics deemed as singlets.
There were very few cars around that could pose a threat to Nyle in the upcoming races. Over there stood a driver Nyle had raced against before and there was a friendly sort of competition going on between them. And off in another direction was a guy who was new, but whose car lacked any and all visual ridiculous add-ons that most newbies favoured. Nyle decided to keep an eye on that guy, and then nodded in greeting to a couple of guys that passed his car.
"Quite a turn out tonight, eh?" Bob said as he slid up next to Nyle and leaned back against the car, copying Nyle's pose. "See any marks around?"
"Several. I'm gonna make some good money tonight."
"I was talking about the girls, man, the girls!" Bob nudged him. "You know? Girls? The opposite of men? Lot's of fun to be had with them?"
Nyle rolled his eyes. "And I was talkin' about cars. Far more fun to be had with cars. Especially if you get a girl inside a car."
"Point. Very good point. I need to get myself a car."
"I thought you had one?"
Bob sighed and gestured dramatically. "Had one. Past tense. Had to get rid of it when the cops started getting too close. Bloody bastards are cracking down on us lately!"
"Hn." Nyle looked around again. "I'll keep an eye out, thanks for the warnin'."
