Seb kept Ellie's golden 'chute in view with golden smoke pouring from her leg, watching her spiral as he did so himself, gauging the wind to put himself into position. The LZ may have been obvious, but it was a tight landing area, with little room for error. Holding behind her, he kept Ellie in view with her camera, before spiralling down after her, keeping a distance, watching his altimeter throughout. The music was pounding, and it looked absolutely insane, they were the highlight indeed, and on a sunset ride down, making their way to the party.

Watching Ellie land, Seb made his last turn, and within a dozen seconds, he was by her side, flaring in, running off the landing gently as he let his parachute sink to the ground, whooping as he put his full face's visor up, the pyrotechnics going off almost simultaniously as he ran in front of Ellie.
"Haha! Nice!" He whooped, the EDM kicking in, the party setting off, as he chuckled, grabbing his canopy and swinging it over his shoulder, a massive grin on his face. He shook hands with the MC, his Go Pro, still catching this, as he looked back at Ellie and winked. Heading out of the grassy landing area, he headed towards the corner of the gated landing area, and could see the cameras flashing, for the Facebook revellers, and for everyone else to see later. Moving past the gate, he took his helmet off, and looked back at his blonde girlfriend, the two of them knowing that they had arrived.
"So, what do you say we get this kit off and go have us some fun? Drinks are on me!" He said, chuckling again, as he pointed across to a set of trailers.
"We're over there, they said. We can pack our kit then go party!"

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Ross moaned a little, sitting up as he looked at Kimberly, smiling.
"Thanks, babe." He said, as he moaned, sitting up, rubbing his head. It hurt, but he'd be alright, the coolpack had mainly dealt with the swelling, but a red mark still remained, and he was getting back to his senses.
"I'll come with you." He said, as he sat up further, looking at her bare face, knowing she still looked beautiful even without makeup, as he put some weight on his feet, sliding himself over, knowing he was back in the trailer now, not in the medical tent. The noise of music could be heard, as he heard the crowd erupt, smiling.
"It's those parachutists. Mad bastards." Ross chuckled, wiping his face as he stood up, stretching his neck and arms a little, a little confused but getting back to himself, as he kissed Kimberly back again on her cheek, walking to a sink and grabbing a cup of water before he headed back his pile of clothes. He threw off his shirt, and grabbed a black and grey shirt of some kind, something suitable for a party, before wiping his face properly, then headed to the door.
"Well then.....looks like we could go have some fun."

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The heat ended, with Ryan across the line in 3rd, and Regina in 2nd, the two Fords lined up for the Final tomorrow morning, the race pretty much starting 10 minutes after the display by Seb and Ellie, the 550bhp beast that Ryan had under his right foot serving him well. Pulling into the pit lane, he turned slowly, and found his way back to the Paddock, fans cheering, but clearly wanting t. The sunset had fully taken over, and it was beginning to get dark, as he drove the car under the tent, taking his position, letting Regina take hers. Taking his helm off, then his six-point Harness and HANS device, he clambered out of the RX Fiesta, grinning, as the Crew Chief ran over.
"Nicely done, that places you both into the final tomorrow. Eight cars in total running on the grid, and we've got strong telemetry from your throttle and brake control. It's competitive, so if you push hard and go for maximum attack on the corners, you'll set good times."
"Sounds good." Ryan replied, looking over at the laptop that was on the desk, before back at the two muddy cars. 

Looking to Regina, Ryan smiled, as he put his helmet down on the table, clambering out of his race suit, even wearing a T-shirt and jeans under. This heat hadn't been particularly competitive, it seemed, hence why he wasn't wearing a mountain of racing thermals for when the going would get hairy tomorrow. He took the rest of his kit off, as the pair of Engineers in their area got to work on the cars, hoses out first of all, before then cracking out spanners and other tools. They wanted to check things, tinker with things, and generally do engineer-y things. Ryan would get involved, but there was a reason he wanted to go to this party tonight. No alcohol, due to racing the next day, but it would be an awesome event to turn up to. But then his mind set on something else. He had seen Ross earlier, after he had been knocked out, but had rushed back to get set for the Heat, knowing that Regina was the same.
"Actually, want to go see Ross? Poor bastard, I'm amazed he didn't put up a fight. He's become a bloody gentleman ever since he got married." Ryan said to Regina, looking over at her, knowing that they ought to do it, before they carried on to go party.