Well, consider yourself lucky that you're friends with me. You wont get a DUI. It's pretty much impossible around here. They make airbags for crashes. I'm not dead, am I?
Almost this, almost that. You could get hit by a truck on the way to school, or fall in a cave while exploring the forests. We could have gotten killed by some big fucking creature on the side of the road, but we didn't.
[He pauses, knocking back another shot, then hops up and kicks at Adam's leg] Come on. Get up.
[Kavinsky's expression turns to a satisfied one within moments and he grabs Adam's hoodie, tossing it to him, then his own and heads out to the cars] We're gonna do this. Right now. We're gonna race. Just down this street and around. Cars barely come through here, you wont crash into anyone.
We're fine, Parrish. [He's slightly tipsy, sure. Maybe a little high. But he's driven in far, far worse condition] Don't worry, man. We're not betting on your virginity or anything. We're just taking the cars around the block. The Batmobile can handle it.
Get in, loser. Don't be a pussy. [He grabs Adam's shoulders and starts moving him toward the Bentley]
This is so stupid. [But he's pulling out his keys and getting in the car, anyway. This is dumb. The whole situation has Adam off-balance and on edge, but he also has the same jittery feeling as when he won his first and only race, only this time there's no Ronan egging him on to do it. He's here of his own (sort of) free will. He could bail, Kavinsky would call him something not-so-pleasant, and life would go on. But he's starting the car anyway and pulling up to the gates of Monmouth, waiting for Kavinsky.]
Your face is stupid. This'll be fucking fun. [He puts his arms up in success when Adam gets in the car, then he's running off to his, getting in and buckling up. He rolls his window down as he pulls up to the Bentley, sunglasses on, leaning out] I'll go slow. Ease you right into it. Go all the way down the road, then make that right that twists all the way back around, got it?
[When Kavinsky rolls down his window, Adam does the same and listens to the instructions. Kavinsky says the right thing when he tells him he'll ease him into it, and some of the tension leaves Adam's body. He nods when he finishes explaining and pulls out of the lot, turning onto the road and waiting for his companion. When he gets there and both are in place, he does the same thing Ronan had told him to do before. He revs the engine once.
Twice.
Three times and then again in rapid succession.
Slip the finger and insult him to get the blood really pumping.]
Your car's the lamest piece of shit in Henrietta!
[And then he pulls off of the brake, flooring the gas pedal. The thing about Bentleys is that, yes, They're made for luxury. But as more people become wealthy at younger ages, they want more excitement from their vehicles, and the Bentley Continental GT was made exactly with this in mind. Slick, elegant, and enough horse power behind it that even while it's automatic, puts it just on this side of not being a sports car. So Adam tears through the abandoned pavement of Monmouth Street, hitting 60 miles an hour in less than five seconds, his body glued to the seat as it streaks toward the turn that Kavinsky had told him to take.]
[Oddly enough, Kavinsky is good at easing people into things. He's good at teaching. He's always been able to get people to do stuff, no matter what method.
When Adam revs the engine and gives him the finger, Kavinsky laughs, amused] Let me guess. Lynch has been teaching you how to drive.
[Kavinsky snorts at the lame insult, because he knows his car is the best. Even better now that it's his already souped up car, but pulled out of Ronan's dreams. He revs the engine, letting Adam take off in front of him, then he slams his foot on the gas and takes off zero to sixty in three. When he's high, he drives even better. He's officially made this a fact in his head. When he's tipsy, it adds a whole other level of fun. He even lets Adam beat him around the corner, and then he shifts gears and pulls out ahead of him, flying through a number of red lights]
[When Adam sees Kavinsky run through the lights, he nearly slams the brakes and turns around. This is insane. He signed up for a race, not to endanger other people. But Adam's driven these roads extensively at this time of night before, and the logical side of him's already pointing out that there are probably only three cars out on the streets at this time, his and Kavinsky's being two of them, overriding his hesitance. He growls in anger and pushes it further.
He knows there's no way he's going to win this race. Kavinsky's car handles much better at these speeds, but at this point it's more about the adrenaline rush of the whole experience, and he feels giddy as he starts catching up to the red glare of tail lights up ahead.]
[He's guilty of running through every red light possible, without a second thought, but he does make sure these streets are empty enough. He glances in his mirror for a second, expecting Adam to slow down, smirking to himself when he doesn't.
Kavinsky knows he can go much faster, but he doesn't want to leave Adam in a haze of smoke and dash off. He'll win anyway and it's cool to see Mr. Stick In The Mud actually out and enjoying himself, drunk street racing. He's proud of himself for talking Adam of all people into this. When Adam starts catching up, he shifts gears again and it slides so easily this time, the car racing ahead. He's pretty sure Ronan fixed that for him on purpose, knowing he always used to fuck it up.
There's another turn, another light, and an empty road ahead, free and clear for both of them to drive down like a bat out of hell]
[There's no shifting for Adam, and it feels odd for him keeping both hands on the wheel. There's no sense of control like last night or the satisfying noise of the engine riding through each speed the gears turn out. He has to satisfy himself with the steady growth of noise as the car gains RPMs and the spedometer increases exponentially, bouncing back and forth as he makes turns.
He's thankful the streets are empty, because the turns he's making are wide and oftentimes dangerous. There's more room for error as well as he skids into the opposite lane and makes it back to a decent area. He knows he's driving poorly, but with the conditions as they are, he's able to enjoy it. There's a small smile that widens even further when he sees the stretch of straight, abandoned road, and Kavinsky already chewing his way across it.
He finds himself smirking as he lets go, trying to catch up with his friend, and he's even humming a small song to himself, amped and ready to keep going.]
[Normally Kavinsky's music would be blaring out the window by now, bass thumping loud enough to shake the ground, but right now he's enjoying the hum of the cars, the air whipping in around him. No matter how awful he felt, how dead he felt inside, this always made him feel more alive than anything else. Now it's even better.
Adam isn't bad for someone who doesn't race and Kavinsky wonders how he'd do with a more race worthy car. When they get close to the warehouse, Kavinsky throws a hand out the window and signals for them to loop around again, zooming past their turn into the lot.
[Adam watches him zoom past and sees the hand gesture. He flashes his lights in return, hoping maybe he gets the message that Adam's confused by what's going on, but he gets the message soon enough. Then he's off again, pushing his car as much as he can, swerving somewhat as he tries to catch up.]
[Kavinsky swings into the next lane, then back again, keeping the same speed as his car swerves left and right, but the road is open and there's no other car in sight. He slows at the next turn, enough for Adam to catch up, then honks his horn and gives him the finger] Hey, fucker! How's it hangin' in there?
[Adam rolls his window down when he sees the intent of the other and yells back.] I'm doing fine! But why are we still out Here? I thought it was just one lap!
[Adam rolls his eyes and rolls up the window, before mashing on the gas again. It'll probably be the only time he actually can do it in this entire deal, so he takes advantage, rocketing ahead of Kavinsky.]
[Kavinsky laughs wildly as Adam pulls in front of him. He drives up right behind him and now he does throw on his music, extra loud and trails close behind Adam the whole time, then last minute, he swerves into the other lane and pulls ahead of Adam, going full speed back to Monmouth]
[Adam groans at that but it turns into laughter. He really didn't think his night would end up like this, but then again, he never thought he'd ever hang out with Kavinsky. Yet they seem to hang out all the time now. Eventually he makes it back to Monmouth and parks horribly, climbing out of the Batmobile and walking back to the other.]
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Date: 2014-12-08 11:19 pm (UTC)[He pauses, knocking back another shot, then hops up and kicks at Adam's leg] Come on. Get up.
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Date: 2014-12-09 03:02 am (UTC)Get in, loser. Don't be a pussy. [He grabs Adam's shoulders and starts moving him toward the Bentley]
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Date: 2014-12-09 05:14 am (UTC)In which I reveal my love for cars.
Date: 2014-12-09 05:48 am (UTC)Twice.
Three times and then again in rapid succession.
Slip the finger and insult him to get the blood really pumping.]
Your car's the lamest piece of shit in Henrietta!
[And then he pulls off of the brake, flooring the gas pedal. The thing about Bentleys is that, yes, They're made for luxury. But as more people become wealthy at younger ages, they want more excitement from their vehicles, and the Bentley Continental GT was made exactly with this in mind. Slick, elegant, and enough horse power behind it that even while it's automatic, puts it just on this side of not being a sports car. So Adam tears through the abandoned pavement of Monmouth Street, hitting 60 miles an hour in less than five seconds, his body glued to the seat as it streaks toward the turn that Kavinsky had told him to take.]
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Date: 2014-12-09 07:09 am (UTC)When Adam revs the engine and gives him the finger, Kavinsky laughs, amused] Let me guess. Lynch has been teaching you how to drive.
[Kavinsky snorts at the lame insult, because he knows his car is the best. Even better now that it's his already souped up car, but pulled out of Ronan's dreams. He revs the engine, letting Adam take off in front of him, then he slams his foot on the gas and takes off zero to sixty in three. When he's high, he drives even better. He's officially made this a fact in his head. When he's tipsy, it adds a whole other level of fun. He even lets Adam beat him around the corner, and then he shifts gears and pulls out ahead of him, flying through a number of red lights]
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Date: 2014-12-09 07:17 am (UTC)He knows there's no way he's going to win this race. Kavinsky's car handles much better at these speeds, but at this point it's more about the adrenaline rush of the whole experience, and he feels giddy as he starts catching up to the red glare of tail lights up ahead.]
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Date: 2014-12-09 08:24 am (UTC)Kavinsky knows he can go much faster, but he doesn't want to leave Adam in a haze of smoke and dash off. He'll win anyway and it's cool to see Mr. Stick In The Mud actually out and enjoying himself, drunk street racing. He's proud of himself for talking Adam of all people into this. When Adam starts catching up, he shifts gears again and it slides so easily this time, the car racing ahead. He's pretty sure Ronan fixed that for him on purpose, knowing he always used to fuck it up.
There's another turn, another light, and an empty road ahead, free and clear for both of them to drive down like a bat out of hell]
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Date: 2014-12-09 08:37 am (UTC)He's thankful the streets are empty, because the turns he's making are wide and oftentimes dangerous. There's more room for error as well as he skids into the opposite lane and makes it back to a decent area. He knows he's driving poorly, but with the conditions as they are, he's able to enjoy it. There's a small smile that widens even further when he sees the stretch of straight, abandoned road, and Kavinsky already chewing his way across it.
He finds himself smirking as he lets go, trying to catch up with his friend, and he's even humming a small song to himself, amped and ready to keep going.]
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Date: 2014-12-09 09:06 am (UTC)Adam isn't bad for someone who doesn't race and Kavinsky wonders how he'd do with a more race worthy car. When they get close to the warehouse, Kavinsky throws a hand out the window and signals for them to loop around again, zooming past their turn into the lot.
Fun with Adam Parrish. Who would have thought?]
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