As Kimberly heard her name being called by the familiar sound of her husband's voice, she took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes, before opening them and seeing the world once more. She probably barely got herself any sleep, but it was time to start her day again anyway. "Hi baby." She murmured, reciprocating the kiss to her husband as he commented on her short little FaceTime with her sister and Mia. "Yeah, sorry honey. Maria did send me a few videos of her - you should've got them by now actually." She rubbed her eye again, before unlocking her phone with the touch of her thumb. The phone did confirm that she did send three videos from her sister to Ross. They were all of their little daughter. The first one was of her playing with an orange ball, "throwing" it as hard as she could and going to pick it up with the most delighted look on her face. The second one was Mia trying to answer questions Maria was asking her, one in particular being who she missed right now, responding with a "daaaaa" and a "mama". The third one was just her getting really excited over her favorite food, which Kimberly told her exactly how to make with the exact ingredients and portions. Kimberly just thinking about her daughter made her a little homesick, but she got over it pretty quickly knowing that she would be back within a few days. Kimberly got up slowly, taking a little bit to adjust her hair as it was rather unkempt. She stood up before Kimberly heard a mention of Ryan, before a light went off in her head and she made a connection. "Ohh... right! Ryaaaan." She totally forgot about him. --- Regina crouched behind the front right wheel of her Ford Fiesta, making sure that it was as ready as it could be for the race later. This would be her first venture into rally racing into a long time, knowing full and well that she wasn't exactly the best at it. But then again, her driving skills improved massively since her last time, maybe this time she would be able to hold her own. The first practice run she made gave her a good feeling about her skills, knowing that she was actually way better than she had thought she would be. Which was good, but how good was the competition? Competition either made people look worse or made them actually way better. There was no gray area, you were either good or bad in those kinds of situations. Before joining Ryan next to him, she saw a rather deep imprint a rock managed to make in the bodywork of the Fiesta. She dragged a gloved finger across it, even though it was nothing compared to the human touch, she could still feel it as if it were on her bare finger. She tutted slightly, before sighing and walking to wherever her teammate was. "They're fast alright, but RX for me is a little too... farfetched? Is that the right word? I don't know." Regina shrugged, grabbing another plastic chair and sitting down next to Ryan as she grabbed a NOS out of the cooler and took a good sized sip out of it. Monster always tasted gross to her, she was a much bigger proponent of NOS, appropriately named in the context Ryan and Regina were in. "Ross and Kimberly? Ross is the Scottish dude... and Kimberly the girl with the guy?" Regina lost track of all these people Ryan knew, it was like every day he had a new friend from his past that he hadn't seen in forever. The Asian driver started to sip her drink once again, before hearing footsteps right outside where they were sitting. Were these the people Ryan geeking out about? When Regina's eyes finally regained focus, she saw the man and woman that were there that one day they raced at Yas Marina. It was definitely them. Yeah, definitely them. A tall brunette with the bluest eyes ever stepped in, and an even taller Scottish man stepped in as well - wait a minute, it was Ross! Ryan of course came up to greet him, and Regina waved to the both of them as she took a sip out of her drink. Kimberly was next to hug the British racing driver, before he was allowed to elaborate on the race they have on hand. It was a run of the mill rally invitational, something straight out of DiRT. This was something Kimberly could easily manage to do, and with the competitiveness of racing with Ross, she was probably going to race like a bat straight out of hell. But there was a lot of talk between these two, and Kimberly was eager to find out what cars they were going to drive. Ever since last night, she was really wondering what kind of cars she would be able to get herself into. Fiestas like the ones she was standing next to? Group B cars? There were a lot of possibilities to wonder, and Kimberly was starting to get jittery. However, it was like a prayer was answered as Ryan finally got to the part where they were going to talk about what cars they were going to drive. As Kimberly received an invitation, she started following where Ryan and Ross went. Since Regina was left all by herself, she figured she would just follow them anyway. As Kimberly walked down the paddock, she could see that this wasn't just some low-key event meant for the locals. This was something bigger with more things to do than just this. If she wanted to, she could dress up for tonight and really get something going tonight and have an absolute blast. As the Brunette stepped into the tent, she already saw which cars she would have her choice of using. This excited the geek in Kimberly, she already had a car in mind as Ryan listed off which cars she could use exactly. She wanted the Beemer, she wanted it bad. The Beemer was the only car she had actual experience driving in before. As the two lads bantered, Kimberly had a look of intense focus on her face as she calculated and weighed the pros and cons of each car. She made her ultimate final choice but kept it to herself. If Ross picked the choice she had then she had a good backup for that anyway. Either way she would be able to pick at least one car she would enjoy driving. A big smile was immediately on Kimberly's face as Ross pulled her in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek, before she turned and kissed him on the lips. There was a smile on her face as she chuckled, snuggling up to her husband. "I think... I'll take the Beemer." Kimberly said, as she went over to the keyrack and pulled the keys to the BMW out. She walked over to it, before stopping and turning around. "Ah, I'm just kidding." Kimberly took the keys and chucked them to Ross, "I know how much you love your Beemers. I'll take the Fiat. Looks like a giant creamsicle." Kimberly commented, before pulling the keys off the keyrack once again and heading over to the car. The first thing she noticed when she opened the car was that there was a big paper ball in the seat. No idea why, but Kimberly just took it out, before shooting it into the trash can quite a distance away from the car. It landed perfectly into the can - that was Kimberly's basketball heritage in action. --- Ellie sat on the bench, eyes on her Galaxy S6 as she went through her social media. Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, everything. She had on a pair of light wash short shorts, an Adidas track jacket on as well as a pair of Nike Air Maxes as she waited for her turn. A pair of aviators were also covering her eyes because she knew she was going to be in the air today. Packing was almost done anyway, so she took a little break to figure out why exactly her phone was blowing up. It was the run of the mill Twitter messages, texts, emails, and whatnot. Running a channel like hers required a lot of business inquiries, and even on an event like this there was no slowing down. Eventually Ellie put her phone away and finished packing up, taking her gear and putting it into an area where she could have it be safe. "I'd love some shots." Ellie said, as she readjusted her hair and pulled her phone back out. Now she was just texting friends and family, telling them about how she was in the area and how she should check out what was going on there. She also let them know about their stunt. As Seb made a comment about how they weren't YouTube celebrities just, Ellie begged to disagree. "Compared to PewDiePie? Yeah. But we're rising stars in our own category, love." Ellie said, before looking back down at her phone. "We're gaining a few hundred every day anyway. Maybe with this we'll definitely skyrocket." The Scot giggled at her own little pun, before going back to her email to see when exactly it was show time.