[IC] Tyler Night/Flatlandgirl-Slice of Life

[Tyler Night]

"not even for a chance at $3000 just for driving through the mud? 250 just for placing in the top 5." He loads up another video on his tablet showing a go kart. A whistling sound coming from the go kart, getting louder and louder before the tires break loose and the go kart flies over the mud making the run across the mud pit in under 2 seconds. "1.88 300 foot run. That was the the winner of last years atv/orv championships, I won 10 grand because of that run there. You sure you don't want join up?"

[FlatlandGirl]

"haha, yeah." Mycha replied, filling another order. "I'm more of an MMA girl. Same basic principle. 5 for a few seconds in the ring? I'm in for that shit!" Mycha grabbed a bottle of water and took a sip. "I have never seen the appeal to vehicles except for street races. " She shrugged putting the bottle down.
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[Tyler Night]

"I was hired to train rookie cops with that kart. I have always made my moneys worth on that job because I was meant to outrun the rookies, if they managed to get within an 8th mile of me and stay within that distance for 15 seconds I wouldn't make my money and the rookies would get the bonus for being able to keep up. Let me tell you, I have never lost any money with that kart." he smirks.

[FlatlandGirl]

"I'm more of a fan of pure American muscle cars, not so much carts, haha." She made another order of drinks as she conversed with Tyler. "My dad used to race on the drag strip."

[Tyler Night]

"Then you would love my camaro. World's most powerful street legal smallblock." Tyler laughs. "3100hp on a true 350."

[FlatlandGirl]

"I probably would. I'm a Camaro fan. My dad use to race this '69 Camaro Zip with a whopping 400hp. He fully restored it to it's original specs, which doesn't do a whole lot against modern competition, but it lit the street on fire in Classic series meets."

[Tyler Night]

"Mine is an 86, pretty stripped down with a monstrous build, even with my weight in there it is 200 pounds lighter than stock. So, 2950 pounds with me, 2650 with a full tank of gas which it has a 10 gallon fuel cell. I have found the perfect setup for wheel stand contests, I can hold it up in a wheel stand for 600 feet." He smiles.

[FlatlandGirl]

Mycha served up a few more drinks before replying to Tyler. "Well you definitely know your stuff." She replied with a smile. "Can I get you anything else?" She wiped up a spill then tucked the towel in her back pocket.

[Tyler Night]

"That I do." Hearing her question he smiles. "Jager bomb this time. Feeling simple."

[FlatlandGirl]

Mycha picked up a medium sized glass, set it on the counter, pulled out a red bull from the fridge and popped it open and poured half into the glass. She put the can away the grabbed the bottle of jagermeister and poured a shot into the glass. She gave it a quick stir with a little red straw then slid it to him. "One Jagger Bomb." She said with a smile.

[FlatlandGirl]

Mycha picked up a medium sized glass, set it on the counter, pulled out a red bull from the fridge and popped it open and poured half into the glass. She put the can away the grabbed the bottle of jagermeister and poured a shot into the glass. She gave it a quick stir with a little red straw then slid it to him. "One Jagger Bomb." She said with a smile.

[Tyler Night]

Tyler grabs the shot glass dropping it in the red bull and then downs it all. "I love that taste."

[FlatlandGirl]

"It isn't one of our most popular sellers. College kids want the fruity or bad ass sounding drinks to prove they can hack it." she said laughing.

[Tyler Night]

"In my opinion unless they can handle straight bacardi 151 or fireball they aren't hacking it." He chuckles. "If they can handle those they can hang with me. Though I know many fruity drinks for the people that can't hack it."

[FlatlandGirl]

"I just serve them and silently judge, haha." She said as she made some margaritas for a group of girls that came in

[FlatlandGirl]

"I just serve them and silently judge, haha." She said as she made some margaritas for a group of girls that came in

[Tyler Night]

He laughs. "Next time any girls ask for a margarita, offer them a bahama mama, if they accept that replace the spiced rum with 151 rum, it makes for an awesome drink and it will loosen them up more. Bring in more money because you get them more lubricated and they will love the feeling."

[FlatlandGirl]

"I'll keep that in mind. " She said offering a sly wink then served the margaritas. She looked at the clock behind her. 9:36. The evening was passing quickly, but she would still be there till last call at 2 a.m. before she would get to walk home to her dorm in the dark. She was grateful for her karate and other classes she had taken as a kid.

[Tyler Night]

"Speaking of 151, could I get a caribou lou?" He slides his last glass towards the back of the bar as he asks.

[FlatlandGirl]

"Absolutely man." She grabbed a highball glass and a shaker. Mycha grabbed the 151 proof rum, Malibu coconut rum and some pinapple juice. She dumped the liquids into the shaker and shook it some as she put some ice in the glass then poured the drink into the glass. As a final touch she added a pineapple wedge to the rim of the glass. "Here you go stud."