[center][b][h1][color=fff200]Siobhan[/color][/h1][/b][/center]
[h2][center]Location: Old Sol International Airport[/center][/h2][hr][center][h3] Interaction: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4675307]Joel[/url] [@Pilatus][/h3][/center][hr]Siobhan grinned at his statement of not having to wait and that they were leaving in it now. He tossed her a red bag and said he bought her a jacket. She caught it on reflex stunned that he had clearly spent money on her and a bit confused. Putting on the jacket she marvelled at the fact that it fit her like a glove.[color=fff200][i] Why did he-? How did he know my size? The color had to be a guess. My favorite color. Okay but the fit? My arms are a bit longer than normal but to fit across my chest and be able to zip it up? The man should have been a tailor. Or they have a size called slender but busty.[/i][/color] She laughed and smoothed her hand down an arm reverently.

She looked over at Joel as he swung himself into the seat and took down the steering wheel from its hanger attaching it with an affirmative, metallic click! to the steering column. With a small twist of the key, the battery came alive first with an electric hum then the fuel pump sounded with a growl. 

Then the warehouse erupted in the echo of an unfiltered exhaust note. The best way of describing it was cross between a banshee and roaring lion, completely, elemental, visceral and bone-jarringly loud. Siobhan groaned tilting her head back just a little bit. She bit her bottom lip as she reached out and opened the door.

The workers seemed to stop in their movements just to see the commotion and joining several others that gathered when the cover was removed. Joel tapped the accelerator a few times blasting the rpms up. Siobhan shivered in appreciation as the beauty growled and roared. She could already feel the vibration of the engine playing over her and shivered again at the thought of just how much closer she was going to be to that barely leashed wild thing claiming to be a car. A fireball of unburned fuel popped from the side-exit exhaust and was gone again in a flash. Joel nodded and glanced over to her. She couldn’t hear him, but his lips clearly read: Let’s go. 

She laughed giddily and slid in shutting the door gently but firmly. Situating herself in the seat she ran her eyes over the interior design. It was very clean cut and spartan nothing flashy to take away from the drama of the car itself. Her eyes sparkling with wild excitement she smiled wickedly and made a motion like a seat belt and shrugged. She'd never been in a race car so while the concept of the five point harness was easy to guess she didn't want to do it wrong. Plus it was too tempting to see how far she could push him. His actions were writing checks that he couldn't cash. Let's see how far to the bank he'd go. She grinned wickedly then leaned over her hair falling across his arm. The faint hint of coffee and vanilla that accompanied her last time present. She raised her voice over the roar of the engine.[color=fff200] “Check. Your move.” [/color] She sat back with a satisfied, wild, wicked smirk on her face the challenge blatantly obvious in her eyes.