Seb began packing on the tarpaulin, putting his canopy back into the rig, taking about five minutes to go through the whole process, being careful with all the lines and the material, getting it back in a jumpable state. Slinging it over his shoulders, he managed to slide out of his wingsuit, and slung that over his shoulder too, following Ellie, as she seemed to be more aware of their arrangement here.

He couldn't help but grin at the nice trailer, throwing down his stuff, as he sighed, slamming onto the bed.
"Yeah, that was so sick." He swung the gold wristband a little, before putting it on his wrist, before looking at his case that had been left in here. He took a few things out, but one of the things he was looking for was a black baseball cap, going onto his shaven head, complimenting his black and grey t-shirt, and his khaki shorts he wore, Seb feeling ready for the party, his glorious girlfriend looking like it too. Before she went out the door, he pecked a kiss on her cheek, as she looked out, and turned to him.
"I'm right behind you....let's go paaartay, as they say!" 

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The music inside was pounding, the mass of people drinking, chatting, dancing and soaking the atmosphere making it electric, this place really setting off. Ross's head was recovering, and he was getting his shit back together, able to at least know what was going on. And this was awesome....albeit not as edgy as the party in the warehouse/construction site in London, that was a whole different beast altogether. This was just a really good party, that was a midnight rave, and a real street racing event, true and mental as usual. This felt regulated. The ecstasy wasn't going to be anywhere near as well cut. Ever since he had a kid, he was no longer anywhere close to that scene, but his youth said it all, he thought to himself.

Ross followed her to the bar, losing Kimberly for a second, seeing her go to another corner of the huge bar, while he went to another. Looking out, he saw the cups of Thatchers' Cider being served, and not being one that was going to say no to a cider, he was going to drink. He might have just been knocked out, but as Kimberly would know it, he was a tough cookie. And he didn't really care too much. His head was recovering slowly, and the party was kicking off, the place getting rowdy, the dance floor beginning to be filled. Swigging his drink down, he tried to look for Kimberly, cutting his way through. Even after five minutes, he could't find her, and his pint was finished. That, and his need to go to the men's room was kicking in. He was sure he'd find Kimberly, at some point later on.

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Ryan smiled, watching her urgently lead.
"Sure thing." He simply replied back to his team-mate, running after her as he followed Regina into the dark, towards where the caravans and trailers were all parked up, knowing that the party was getting cracking, and that they'd be following in, being drivers, they'd be recognized and let through to the VIP section to chill, relax and calm down. 

Finding it empty, Ryan shugged his shoulders, chuckling.
"He can't be partying." He said to himself aloud, as he looked at Regina.
"Then again, this is the Ross Hartley who I know. They'll be out there somewhere." Ryan added, sighing as he heard her comment, thinking himself.
"I'll stay away from the cocktails, just a pint of cider, for tomorrow morning to at least be a nice one. Am I too simple like that?"

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In the crowded toilets, Ross finished going for a slash, heading out where he saw another bloke, a little shorter than him, in his black t-shirt and shorts, wearing a baseball cap and generally looking like the adrenaline junkie he was. He seemed athletic. After washing his hands, he headed out, just in front, thinking he recognized him from somewhere.
"Excuse me, you're not from that YouTube channel....TheWingman, right?"
"I might be, yes?" Seb said, chuckling a little, as Ross smirked.
"No way....that is absolutely awesome!" The Scot replied, as they headed out of the portacabin come festival toilet, the music audible from here still, as he looked inside, following the individual out.
"Well, my real name is Seb Rietch, if you have to know...and you are?" Seb replied, looking at the other fellow, standing a few inches taller than him, and with a slightly more fearsome appearance. Seb knew he was well developed from his time on the mountains, and could call himself athletic, but this fellow looked like he was hard, far more raw, and his head was similarly shaven, with a particularly staring look in his young eyes. He was probably a racer, Sebastian guessed to himself.
"I'm Ross, Ross Hartley. Shit, my wife would go crazy to meet you." Ross said, as Seb chuckled, looking at the party for a second before back at Ross.
"No way, you're married? That's pretty sweet....dude, I should tell you about my girlfriend, Ellie....I film her a lot, actually, I haven't met anyone who flies like her." He replied as smoothly as he could when describing wingsuit BASE, as Ross chuckled, shaking his head.
"She sounds like fun....and that must be so cool, flying together and all right? Man, I wish I could do that, but I'm too fucking scared!" Ross said, as Seb nodded, smiling.

"It's good, kinda normal though to me now...which I guess isn't a good thing! I mean, it's what we do I suppose. What about you? Seems like jumping isn't your thing then?" Seb asked, as Ross took the initiative, as they headed back towards the party under the tent, and the bar.
"I just race really, I'm more on the streets though. Part mechanic, part racer, part fixer. I solve problems in a way....I've always thought about going into YouTube, your stuff inspires me, you know?" Ross said, Seb chuckling, feeling a bit red, and a little humbled.
"Yeah, I guess it's sweet....hey, since I got paid today, want to get a drink on me? You seem like a nice guy, after all!" Seb said, the Austrian relatively easygoing, and the conversation sparking well between the two of them, Seb glad he wasn't some simple fanboy, but actually got down to 
"Fuck yeah, why not?" And with that, they were headed into the crowd, Seb leading the way back to where he remembered he had been with his girlfriend, downing cocktails and other splendid drinks.