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Post by Nu on Nov 1, 2017 4:11:32 GMT
Rolling her eyes at Miles' response to her passion for old cars, Cassidy hip checked him playfully. "Don't knock it. Besides, Maseratis don't purr like Camaros do." She shrugged and pulled him out to the parking lot. They had driven in two separate cars and without even thinking, Cassidy pulled Miles to hers.
Being in control was so easy for Cassidy that she usually never really thought of the consequences of the other person's feelings. Especially since it was Miles, who would move mountains for her. She usually used that to her advantage, knowing full well he wouldn't object.
She drove them to the lot that the drag racing was taking place and there were already cars doing their circuit. She got out of the car and took in a whiff of breath. "Ahh burnt rubber." She chuckled to herself before turning to Miles. "I'm gonna go pick a car, are you racing or not?"
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Post by Trix on Nov 3, 2017 15:47:37 GMT
The good, the bad, the Used Miles snorted, "I beg to differ. Plus, Camaros are clunky and cheap-looking. Maseratis are sleek and look like they go fast." And in the West it was all about looks, under the hood mattered very little. Unfortunately he knew that applied to much more than cars as well. He followed behind her to the vehicle she drove, disregarding the pang of irritation that came with it. She emasculated him on the regular, by now he should have been used to it, but his pride was always a little bit bruised when she did.
Of course on the outside it probably looked like she wore the pants in the relationship, but their arrangement was more complicated than that. Cassidy sought control in all things and while Miles preferred to have control, he could adapt and maneuver around her control in a way that suited them. With that said, he also knew that it looked like she took advantage of him and in that case, there was no maneuvering around it. She probably did take advantage of his feelings towards her and his politeness, but in this world for a woman, it was necessary to do such things. He supposed he could understand which was why they never really had any problems with each other. Miles refused to speak up and she knew he'd cave to anything.
She turned to him once they were at the track. Was he going to race? Probably. Was he going to win? No. Even if his luck did show up, he wouldn't be the one winning. Cassidy was the type that he figured should always win. However, he wasn't keen on being ripped to shreds by the other men on the track about his woman beating him. Miles took a deep breath and cracked a smile, "I don't figure I have much choice, do I?"
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Post by Nu on Nov 3, 2017 19:30:57 GMT
Sometimes, Cassidy was reminded by the fact that Miles had been her first love. They grew up together and knew just about everything about each other and they liked everything about each other once upon a time. Now, it just felt sickening. Miles couldn't give her what she wanted. They weren't on the same level and she needed someone who would question her and challenge her, not someone who would willingly go to the ends of the Earth for her. She had minions for that.
However, this merger between the Whittemores and the Shepherds had been a long time coming and if she fucked it up, she would be the one who would have to pay.
But she just wanted to cut loose where people knew her to be a certain way. There were no judgments on the track and they valued your racing skills rather than how many zeros were in your bank account. Although it did come in handy with all the bets they made.
When Miles responded to her question, she grinned wickedly and shrugged. "Probably not." She turned to walk over to the attendant, putting their aliases down and a couple hundred bucks for the cars and their bets. Soon enough, she was in her car of choice and revving the engine once to hear the car purr.
She let out a sigh of content and turned to her sides to see who she was competing against. Most were regulars but there were a few faces she hadn't seen before. She concentrated on the road and the girl with the handkerchief in front. Before she knew it, the handkerchief was dropped and the tyres all squealed against the road.
The adrenaline rush she got from passing all the cars and fighting for first with Miles through the entire race was unlike anything else. It was the only time Cassidy allowed her thoughts to empty her mind and nothing else really mattered. But the race ended a lot faster than she expected and as she accepted the prize money and went back to her car, she felt sort of empty but at the same time, joyful.
She sat in her car and counted her money, waiting for Miles to find her.
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Post by Trix on Nov 6, 2017 19:35:28 GMT
The good, the bad, the Used Miles was never far behind on the track and while he inched past her a few times, just for good measure, he mostly stayed behind to fight off the rest of the pack. Some of them were dirty racers, despite having more than enough money he was certain, they always had to win. In the races Cassidy entered on her own, it was rare that anyone beat her, but when Miles raced with her, it was rarer still. Nobody passed by him and if they ever had, he made short work of them against the wall. He never went so far as to kill anyone on the track, but he was sure he'd come close enough to give them a good scare.
While Cas collected her winnings, Miles got wrapped up in a bit of a struggle with one of the other racers who accused them of cheating. As with racing, Miles made short work of the confrontation with the accuser. Very subtly he had a pocket knife pressed against the throat of the accuser, away from the other racers. With their backs to everyone else, it might have looked like Miles had a casual arm slung around the man's shoulders, giving him a stern talking to about good conduct, but with the release of a button, the knife would puncture the man's throat in a very bloody way. Once the talking to was dealt with, the man scurried away and Miles went to find Cas.
She was sitting in the car, counting her winnings, smugly he was sure. He made it a point to keep the potentially violent scene under wraps and away from her because he didn't like her to know what kind of behavior he would portray to such a minuscule problem. He tapped on her window, "Alright Moneybags, what now?"
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Post by Nu on Nov 6, 2017 22:11:18 GMT
It was rare that Cassidy got her hands dirty, even when a problem is personally affecting her. She had goons for that, but she never treated Miles that way, despite the fact that he was exactly that to her. Which was why she didn't always know exactly when Miles was a threat to anybody who tried to threaten her.
When he came up to the car, all smiles, she returned it with a forced one of her own, unlocking the doors so he could come in. "That stupid sampling made me hungry for a T-bone. Let's blow this money on that." She fanned herself with the wad of money in her hand.
She then heard a vibration in the glove compartment which made her open it quickly to retrieve the phone inside. Answering it, her face became a blank before she threw it to the back.
"Miles, I need to take care of something. I'll drop you off at your house, alright?" She said curtly. Miles should know not to question her when she was in this state.
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