Marinalia (Romus) Olympus
Old Harbour . Sunday Lunchtime, Race main stands, Pit lane, Lunch time.
Marilania watched the screens seeing the cars jockeying and moving, the commentary was extensive ans yet the important part remained. They never managed to get past the factory car up front that seemed to be there maim rival. The one car they could not pass... Was the one car the men so wanted to beat. The spacing and the places In the race began to switch less and settle down alot more than they had. The problem for the obviously concerned men was they where second and the plan they talked about required the OHI car to be ahead of the Nissan.
Marilania had smiled and made small talk with the British press present at the time, seemed things where busy in the other teams too, and alot of smaller stories where playing out across the pits, many rivalries and racers competing to end the season on a high in Sol.
Lou and Tommy seemed too busy up front, talking there race plan for Tommy's run and Joels dad also kept a eye on things and his mind on planning the race leaving Marinalia the quiet companion in the back of the hauler, watching and waiting for somthing to happen, slowly Sipping her coffee glad of the chance to have a little peace before the busy and socialy heavy going gala. Being one of the family she had her part to play.
Soon she felt there notice turn to her and her coffee, all 3 seemed to disagree with her and girlfriend... Sure they got on well, but that was a quite the interlectual jump from a few caught kisses, and a little tension. They had not even been on a date, not even asked on one. Unless this counted as a date but she was rather confused if it did or not.
Turning to lou and deliberately drinking from her coffee with a smile and deliberately raising her dark sunglasses to show she did mean it with a pair of rather distinct grey eyes with a firm hint of icey confidence, tinged with a remaining worries and fears from the whole capture of Bob. The incident had been brought to the front of her mind by thr mornings news coverage.
Well that is my call sign on the cup hon, unless you think you can manage to drive in heals, fly a plane and helicopter? Turning to Joels dad and giving him a joking tone despite his comments, girlfriend was not a word that Joel had even used, sure she liked him but was definitely a a little off saying she was a girlfriend...
sugar and spice and all things nice boys, though they may have to amend the rhyme to track raiks and car car airodymanic tails.
Girlfriend, I think il have to get him to break up with that car first! Seeming slightly curious, they where so joking about Joel and the idea he could even have a girlfriend. Was it his whole lack of any social graces or just he and Tommy where really partners in more than business. Maybe giving them a a little stick mixed with curiosity. Joel wasc a riddle she may need help solving.
what's so funny, unless I was accurate and you and Joel are partners in bedroom too? Or are you adventurous and like to dress up abit?
Maybe if Joel comes to his senses il remember my ever so skimpy air hostess uniform. And steal him from you. Did I mention the micro skirt... Laughing and giving the guys a cheeky smile, she smdid genuinely have one made by a company back in England, though it was somewhat less regulation and alot more chance of being arrested if she wore it in public. Sure she was maybe pushing the lines a a little but it seemed that there was ernough leeway with the guys to get away with it.
Suddenly distracted by the screens she saw Joel move positions and suddenly make a right pass on the Nissan, nervously watching the screen as tension hit a breaking point. Would the pass stick... Would he make it... The pass stuck and the team attitude switched almost instantly to thr next plans, the driver swap, tyres, refuel and more.
Things where definitely going to be a intresting race, they had the lead but if the race would be won would be only decided of the plan worked and Joel managed to start in a position to take them in the last stint. Listioning quietly in the back had begun to pay off, and it was atleast distracting her mind from going back to the jazz night.
Victoria relaxed, the woman seems to be strangely kind if not a a little awkward, but being a fair sized tree would do that to you, and her mute nature. She must have been as nervous as Victoria was as times as equally self critical her hand was much rougher than Victoria's though the energetic shake inadvertently extended her arm revealing a serris of IV line scars on her lower arm. and monitor marks as slightly darker areas on her pale as snow skin. Some things left permanent reminders.
Taking her self out of her own head and watching the placings. Joel was still unable to pass the car and that seemed acording to the commentary to make or break his race this afternoon. Not of it she understood but relised that holding first Ment you could dominate the race stratagy and set the pace.
Slightly unwilling to completely reveal she was linked so closely to the cars and the amounts of money pounding round the race track, her badge might give her away if she knew with its distinct colours and Polar Star logo prominently on display.
we'd like to see Joel win, my sisters down at pit lane closer to action. Good view... You alright? I'm hardly scary!
That ones we wstching! Pointing to the screen showing a replay of the daring pass by Joel across the big screen tv's with someone prattling on about various things like tyres and stratages.
yes! A good choice Maxamillion, he can drive! Somewhere, somehow only a true Russian could know Ivan arrived sharing out some small glasses of vodka they had got from the sponsors bar and a large bottle of premium vodka from a brand she knew to have a good kick. Raising a toast, and swapping languages. Ivan had taught her a few traditional and regularly used toasts, though she never had mentioned the underage drinking. Standing up and leaning on her stick to toast Ivan and her father. She had grown up in two cultures, two nations, two languages though those two had become rather interconnected.
Выпьем за то, что мы здесь собрались, и чтобы чаще собирались!(To our get-together! May we meet up more often!)Met with several enthusiastic toasts of Various kinds, a second glass was soon poured and one offered to Ashton sharing the celebration. Copying the others she raised a glass and downed it in one. Ivan and her father replying in kind, others mixing in from others some more reserved than others.
First place! The harsh liquid going down her throat sharply and feeling the strong taste of alcohol and spirits. The hot taste soon hit her stomach though it would definitely keep her warm!
Several tuts and frowns from those behind the party who seemed to be making the best of it, though one Bready eyed camera man behind capturing the race noticed the logos of Olympus Heavy Industries and Polar Star. There car just had taken pole thanks to the local hero driver electing cheers down the stands.
Snapping a picture without others noticing he saw a few faces he reconise. That was Romus, she must be his daughter, the press had found his wife had died some years before. It seemed they had decided to go hide in America until things calmed down. Some of the more inclined papers might find that intresting. Yes, it had to be, she was impossible to miss, alongside the Ceo and owner of Olympus heavy Engineering no less!
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