The Fine Line. [closed]

Stanley kicked at the bumper of his Impreza. He'd had a bad night, he clipped the curb around a corner, which caused him to pull out of the race. It left his front bumper crushed, and broken his headlights. He pulled the lighter out of his pocket, and lit up a cigarette, taking a small drag, staring down at his car. He knew it would need some work before his next race, and it wouldn't be cheap.

He pulled the bumper off, tossing it to one side. He crouched down by the headlight, to assess the damage, hoping he'd be able to fix it cheaply.

He looked up as he heard the garage door begin to rattle, it surprised him; he wasn't expecting any of the the others to be back yet. He was hoping it would be Mackenzie, she'd be able to calm him down. He looked up waiting to see who pulled in.


Abigail had decided not to race tonight, she stuck around watching the others though, intrigued to see the changes anyone had made. She knew more about engines than most of the guys, and made logical decisions on who and when to race, preferring to race cars, her older Mazda could easily beat; not that certainty existed in the racing world.

As the race came to an end, she climbed into her car and started up the rotary engine of her car. She wanted to head back to the house she shared with friends. She pulled out her phone and texted Ryan, "Where are you? I'm thinking about getting out of here, before anything else happens."

She was worried that the cops would show up, after what had happened with Stan. Thankfully however, no one had been injured, so the others decided to race on.

@ Gunslinger;

Mackenzie pulled up to the garage in her nova before she got out. She had always had a thing for muscle cars. She opened the garage door and was surprised to see Stanley looking at his destroyed car. She didn't go to the races because she had to work a shift at the bar. "Holy shit what happened?" She asked as she walked over to his car. "I leave you assholes along for like five minutes and you fuck up your car." she said, laughing softly. She looked at him and smiled, "I'm sure we can fix it quickly. Are you okay?" She asked as she moved over to him. They had been friends for so long it just felt natural to worry about the guys.

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Ryan looked at his phone when it went off, "I'm talking to Jaime. He was showing me his stuff." He texted back. "I will meet you are the diner?" he texted again. He knew that it was the place they usually hung out together. Ryan walked to his car and got in before he started it and headed there. He knew that Stanley had went home pretty pissed off about what happened.

@ A Drop On the Window

Stanley smiled softly as he saw Mackenzie. He stepped back from his car, "I hit the curb, I'm hoping it just needs a new bumper, and maybe an alignment," he said softly.

He picked up the packet of cigarettes from his tool box, offering her one. "I'm fine, you know me, I designed her so I could drive off a mountain and still climb out with only minor cuts and bruises. It was true, Stanley's car had a reinforced frame, and a roll cage. Not to mention his racing seat.

He looked at Mackenzie, "how was work?" he asked softly. He was used to being around her, she had been the only woman to stick around in his life, until Abigail had shown up.

Abigail felt her phone vibrate, and pulled it out checking the message. She nodded to herself, before quickly texting back, "Yeah, good idea, see you there."

With a distinctive engine rumble, Abigail backed out of her parking spot. She put her foot down, and peeled out the parking lot, her tyres spinning and spewing smoke. She smirked as always, most of the guys used to give her shit, saying that as a girl she didn't know how to drive. None of them said it anymore.

She made her way to the diner, to wait for Ryan.

Mackenzie took the cigarette from him, "Work was the same as it always is. I made awesome tips and got hit on by nasty drunk guys." She said, laughing as she lit her cigarette. "So you think Ryan will help you fix this tomorrow?" She asked him as she sat in one of the chairs. She knew that they would probably spend the day in the garage like they always did. She usually did the same but lately she had been working a lot. She was about to give it up and do what Stanley and Ryan did to make money.

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Ryan sat at the diner looking over the menu. He looked up as Abigail walked in, "Hey. Have fun at the races?" He asked her as he closed his menu. "i think I want the burger." He said, laughing. He always got the same thing and he didn't like to try anything new. Abby and Mackenzie convinced him one time and it was awful. He swore he was never going to do that again.

@ A Drop On the Window

Stanley paused, "drunks are the worst," he commented. He chuckled lightly, "don't you mean, Abi, she's better at this stuff than all of us,' he teased. They all knew about cars in their own ways, and often helped each other fix their rides, when things went wrong.

He puffed on his cigarette, thinking for a moment. "At least you got paid tonight, I had two grand down on winning," he admitted. He made most of his money off racing, with a tiny amount coming from legitimate stunt driving jobs.

Abigail smiled wide when she pulled into the spot next to Ryan's car. Of course he's already here she thought to herself. She killed her engine and locked her car, it didn't have central locking, or windows, she had kept in as original as possible. That was her style.

She walked into the diner, "it was alright, didn't feel like racing though," she admitted. She sat down next to him, "I'll get a salad, and a second burger for Stan, he probably needs cheering up," she said.

@ Gunslinger;
[Headed out for the night]

@ Gunslinger;
[Hey :) ]

@ Gunslinger;
[Hey do you still want to continue this?]

[yes We can!]

Mackenzie shook her head, "Why do you two always feel the need to put so much money down on those races?" She teased him. "You guys are going to end up losing a lot of money." She teased him. She wished could go to more races.

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Ryan laughed a little, "I'm sure he will be hungry after he puts all the work into his car." He said. He relaxed against the booth as they waited for their food. "Why didn't you feel like racing?" He asked her as he took a sip of his drink.

@ A Drop On the Window

Stanley chuckled, "you know it's how I make a living, besides if I don't crash I usually win," he joked with her. He looked over at her, "besides I haven't had any real offers for jobs for awhile now," he admitted to her. He looked down, slightly embarrassed that it had nearly been three months since his last legit job.

He took another drag from his cigarette, and sighed. "How's your Nova running these days?" he asked her lightly. It had been awhile since he'd had the run down on her plans, and aspirations for her car.



Abigail smiled lightly, "Yeah, and he'll probably need a hand from a couple of us to get it fixed," she admitted. She didn't mind working on her friends cars, they always all seemed to come to each other aide when it was necessary.

She grinned as some food was quickly brought out for them. "Well you know me, I like to play things safe, and no idiots tried to dis me tonight," she said. She looked at Ryan, "so what about you, how was your night?" she asked.

@ Gunslinger;
[awesome]