Arriving at the meet, Ross had brushed it off with Ellie what had just happened, realising that maybe it was the wrong way, not a playful thing but something different to her. Shit. He just had to deal with it, he thought awkwardly to himself, as he knew she'd probably forget it. He had a look over the competition, then back at his own RX7, the rotary-engined, whining machine a heck of a motor to have for tonight, given that it was nothing like the Subaru. It was minimalist, but it was drift-orientated, not for sticking to tarmac. And it would do it's job well, if he drove it to the limit he had to. Putting his sunglasses on, he leaned on a streetlamp next to his car as the sun began to come down, bringing out the fluorescent yellow that it was painted in, with the 

Meanwhile, Seb had the chance to go and look about at some of the cars, getting lost in conversation with a few of the people involved. But he had a few plans of his own. He didn't really want to steal the thunder from Ross and Kimberly but knew that after this, the night was stil long. And there were a few buildings in LA that he still wanted to go see. Nothing massive, but a few ideas flew around in the Austrian's head, a few things he'd like to do. Their gear had been brought over, and whilst he'd have to swing by the hotel to get it, getting it all setup wouldn't be a big deal. Not a huge one. That could be arranged for. Whilst they were sponsored athletes, of course, that didn't mean they had their own shit picked up after them. They had to work for their pay, and well, Seb knew just as Ross and Kimberly raced for the laughs and pink slips, they jumped off buildings and skiied down slopes for pay, sometimes never the easiest of games to play when you couldn't tell how much something would work, but it was something nonetheless. He'd have to go back and get it all, but once he had it, he knew they would have something to do for late night activities, and if Ross and Kimberly were up for it, they would have a hell of a fun time.

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The engines roared of the cars around him roared, as Ross had his sunglasses now back in their case, sitting in the RX7's seat again, his hand on the handbrake, gently throttling the revs, feeling this was what it was. The same old shit. Some jumped up racers, it felt still too organized, compared to the underground scene back at home. That was ecstasy-driven madness, this was...well, sober. And yet in this car, it didn't feel like it. It felt like he was alive, as he throttled it gently, the Wankel roaring, as he saw the DJ step up. No woman in scantily clad clothing in the middle? This scene was post-PC, seriously. Not like in the good old days...Ross chuckled to himself. He probably shouldn't have thought that, not when he was a married man with a kid. But he still had a little madness in him, as he watched him set it up. He was ready, his heart pounding, first already in, as he watched him yell the monosyllabic word that depressed his handbrake.

The RX7 pulled away fast, not as fast as the Evos or the other supercars, but fast, the rears spinning up as he already pulled in the gearshifter, a manual sequential being possibly the best choice he'd ever made for this thing. It felt...far more real than a paddle shift, it was literally a giant stick that you pulled and if the racing Gods were kind, you were up a gear with no throttle loss at all. It did demand throttle blipping of course, and that wasn't fun with twin turbos, but the fun that came from pulling a lever and feeling power was the kind of thing Jeremy Clarkson would approve of, for the cool factor alone, not just the performance gains in short changes. The RX7 was in third and hitting 90, as he turned out of the parking lot, overtaking two cars on the way out, the supercar drivers clearly not up to it while the RX7's skiddy nature was through, back on the throttle as he heard the engine whine. It wasn't a roar so much as the engine just screaming in falsetto, the turbos kicking in at the top end and making this thing go quick. And where they didn't help...NOS did.

The flick was not a slow-burner like he had on the Impreza, but a fast, that upped the engine in an instant, giving a sudden burst of power that let him slide by a Porche Cayman GT4, skidding through a junction and avoiding a car as he was back on it, the rear truly in full drift, as he cackled with laughter, seeing Kimberly ahead. With another shift as they hit a straight, they were on the small roads towards LAX, and second place was not an option. Ross wanted to be first.

The RX7's downshift and anti-lag was not quiet. It was a bang, as the lift-off made a crackling noise at the pipes, this thing Mad Maxesque on how it used fuel, given the twin-turbos and the Wankel that was inside. Let alone the amount of oil....Jesus. it was a wonderful machine, as he bobbed past a couple of cars, sighting the rest of the crowd, knowing he'd catch them quick.

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Meanwhile back at the party, Seb had managed to find Ellie, ogling at a set of cars as he tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hey up, honey." He said, wrapping his arm around her, looking on at the others that were left here in the parking lot, the distant noise of engines roaring away audible.
"I've got an idea, if you want to hear it....something I think might add to our channel. I know that those two want us here...but I was thinking we should show them how we do things. Get something setup while they have their fun. There's one I saw downtown, the US Bank building. Tallest structure in LA...and they're doing some refurbishments on the top floor which makes that the perfect entry for us. Bit of risk but that's the fun. There's maybe even get Ross and Kimberly to come and see if they can follow us once we make the jump.....and it's eally illegal...but it's not like this is right?" Seb asked, as he brought it up on his phone, passing it to Ellie, knowing she could have a look.

"Could be done as a BASE if we want to really keep it simple...but I'm thinking wingsuits, even if we're playing with low altitude, with the performance we get on average we can crank about 30 seconds from there before huck. Gives us a chance to fly past buildings. Urban proximity wingsuit BASE....at night....come on, I can see you're tempted." Seb chuckled, as he looked at Ellie, knowing he could sometimes play these things past her. It was strange, sometimes he felt like the guide, and sometimes, well, it felt like Ellie was the one suggesting these things. He seemed to do the logistics well, but she felt like she was the one who was going to be far better at this, and push the boundary a little further than he dared.