Post by Nash Lighter on Jul 13, 2016 1:28:47 GMT -8
It started on Boren Avenue, just after Nash turned south from Madison. He'd gone maybe two blocks before some asshole in a leopard print... yes, leopard print, Audi R8 pulled out of a parking garage, and paced him a couple of blocks, speeding up, slowing down, matching Nash's speed until Nash downshifted and dropped back behind the guy, coming back out on his left.
At Broadway, the light changed and Nash eased up. He could see the other driver, leaning from his window, grinning like an idiot. It didn't take long for the punk to open his mouth and remove all doubt. The goading began, the coaxing, cajoling and downright insults as the kid tried to get Nash to race him. Nash smirked, then reached over to what should have been a left passenger seat and opened his valves. He glanced back at the light, checking the status of the cross traffic signal, before looking over at the kid. "On the green..."
Nash knew what the kid had, but whether or not the kid knew how to drive what he had was another matter. Nash checked their surroundings, the road ahead, the side streets. No cops in sight, late at night, traffic non-existent at the moment, beyond the two of them. Nash glanced at the light on Broadway, watching as it turned yellow and counted the seconds. 3.3 was all the yellow that downtown Seattle signals got. By the time that third second hit, Nash was letting off the clutch and by the time the light on Boren turned green, he was shooting forward through the intersection.
Mr. Leopard Print wasn't as fast off the line, and he came off squirrely, his ass end sashaying before he got the car under some semblance of control. Nash's eyes were everywhere, on the road the side streets, his mirrors. By the time he reached Yesler, a quarter mile from their starting point of the light at Broadway, Nash had two car lengths on the kid.
Slowing for the light at 12th Avenue, Nash glanced over the kid, as he rolled up to the light. It was clear the kid was pissed. Nash hadn't even had to use his spray. Giving the kid a nod up, Nash looked past him as the bubble gums of a cruise turned the corner onto Yesler from 8th. "Shit..."
That was all it took for Nash to blow through the light, making a left onto Yesler and then another onto 12th, heading back north. Cutting west on Cherry, he took a right onto Broadway and continued north, heading back for his motel. Nash was gone, Leopard Print kid had stalled at the light and was having his plate run by the time Nash was taking the on ramp onto the 5.
Continuing to check his mirrors, Nash made sure he was clean before he headed back to the motel, a chuckle given as he unlocked his door and stepped inside. Glancing around he gathered up the leftover food he'd been about to eat earlier and dumped it into the trash. The wolf necklace was spotted and Nash swept it up, studying it again, before he slipped the cord around his neck, letting the medallion settle into place.
Toeing his Cons off, he dropped onto the bed, one arm folded behind his head, pillowing it as he stared up at the ceiling. He didn't know where his brother was, or what he was doing, but suddenly, after the revelations during his conversation with Callie, and what he now at least suspected that Joss was going to tell him, he was worried.
At Broadway, the light changed and Nash eased up. He could see the other driver, leaning from his window, grinning like an idiot. It didn't take long for the punk to open his mouth and remove all doubt. The goading began, the coaxing, cajoling and downright insults as the kid tried to get Nash to race him. Nash smirked, then reached over to what should have been a left passenger seat and opened his valves. He glanced back at the light, checking the status of the cross traffic signal, before looking over at the kid. "On the green..."
Nash knew what the kid had, but whether or not the kid knew how to drive what he had was another matter. Nash checked their surroundings, the road ahead, the side streets. No cops in sight, late at night, traffic non-existent at the moment, beyond the two of them. Nash glanced at the light on Broadway, watching as it turned yellow and counted the seconds. 3.3 was all the yellow that downtown Seattle signals got. By the time that third second hit, Nash was letting off the clutch and by the time the light on Boren turned green, he was shooting forward through the intersection.
Mr. Leopard Print wasn't as fast off the line, and he came off squirrely, his ass end sashaying before he got the car under some semblance of control. Nash's eyes were everywhere, on the road the side streets, his mirrors. By the time he reached Yesler, a quarter mile from their starting point of the light at Broadway, Nash had two car lengths on the kid.
Slowing for the light at 12th Avenue, Nash glanced over the kid, as he rolled up to the light. It was clear the kid was pissed. Nash hadn't even had to use his spray. Giving the kid a nod up, Nash looked past him as the bubble gums of a cruise turned the corner onto Yesler from 8th. "Shit..."
That was all it took for Nash to blow through the light, making a left onto Yesler and then another onto 12th, heading back north. Cutting west on Cherry, he took a right onto Broadway and continued north, heading back for his motel. Nash was gone, Leopard Print kid had stalled at the light and was having his plate run by the time Nash was taking the on ramp onto the 5.
Continuing to check his mirrors, Nash made sure he was clean before he headed back to the motel, a chuckle given as he unlocked his door and stepped inside. Glancing around he gathered up the leftover food he'd been about to eat earlier and dumped it into the trash. The wolf necklace was spotted and Nash swept it up, studying it again, before he slipped the cord around his neck, letting the medallion settle into place.
Toeing his Cons off, he dropped onto the bed, one arm folded behind his head, pillowing it as he stared up at the ceiling. He didn't know where his brother was, or what he was doing, but suddenly, after the revelations during his conversation with Callie, and what he now at least suspected that Joss was going to tell him, he was worried.