Street racing

[Wolfgang]

"I like you." said Wolfgang as he nuzzled her lovingly.

[Dr. Strange]

She smirked and nuzzled him back a bit roughly. "You ain't so bad yourself. Feeling any sober yet?"

[Wolfgang]

"A little bit, but not enough to drive." said Wolfgang. He had a terrible secret that he never told anyone. "Can I tell you something a little personal, it's about a friend?" asked Wolfgang, a helpless expression on his face.

[Dr. Strange]

She nodded, leaning a bit closer. "Yea, I promise not to tell. I'm a good secret-keeper."

[Wolfgang]

"My friend was killed in a race, he was in a it against a tuner, the driver was a cheater, he pulled a gun and hit the gas tank, before I could get to him it exploded with him in it. I'm scared to race against tuners, worried that the driver is the same person that killed my friend." said Wolfgang.

[Dr. Strange]

"Awe, I'm sorry honey....." She murmured, hugging him to her breast motherly.

[Wolfgang]

Wolfgang let like a load had been lifted off his shoulders. "Thanks for listening to me Alex." said Wolfgang as he breathed calmingly and evenly.

[Dr. Strange]

She nodded, smoothing his hair soothingly. "You can tell me anything, ok?"

A beat up old 67 Camero came screeching up and a red and black wolf leaped out, waving to Alex. "Hey Mortem!"

[Wolfgang]

"Okay." said Wolfgang. He looked up at the black and red Wolf.

[Dr. Strange]

Alex winced and pushed her hair out of her face. "Hi Sam. How's your boy?" She asked.


"He's.... dead." The wolf replied, lowering her head. "Dillion died this morning when they took him to the hospital. Th service is Saturday.... How have you been?"

[Wolfgang]

Wolfgang looked at the wolf, he knew how he felt.

[Dr. Strange]

"I've been alright. Wolfgang, this is Sam. Sam, Wolfgang." Alex introduced, getting off his lap to hug her sister tightly.

"I know who he is. He's off the FFs. Cute, isn't he." Sam joked, tears streaking down her face as she remembered her mate. "I hope he's alright..."

[Octavia]

[New Player Joining: Debonis- 1987 Chevy Malibu 402 c.I. Chevy big block crate engine,  dual carbs with blower sticking out the hood it was belt driven, black base color with silver blue flames on the hood and down the door panels, custom rollcage and 5 point Esparco racing seat with custom Auto Meter instruments, Comp cams, MOOG chassis parts a Mallory racing ignition and Edelbrock headers and a set of  custom quad tail pipes complete with dual turbos and an LS7 drivetrain...and Bremco brakes it was all sitting on a set of firestone 8" wide tires with factory original rims]

~a rumble of American thunder could be heard in the distance a black Malibu could be seen in the distance closing in fast on the crowd of racers and the like...he himself was wearing blue jeans and a shirt depicting tribal markings the shirt being black the tribal markings being grey...he rolled up next to one of the cars and revved his engine it sounded like a bat out of hell...before shutting off his engine. After shutting down his engine a orange fox of about 5'8"  climbed out the drivers window seeming his doors were welded shut and leaned up against the front of his car looking around~ "impressive rides..." was all he said

[Dr. Strange]

"Dilion's fine, he's better off now than he was last night. At least he ain't suffering." Alex replied. "Keep his memories but look to others as well. There are those who'll take his place and help you feel better. I'll always be here for you." She murmured soothingly, holding her friend close.

Sam nodded, sniffling. "Yea, I know. I just miss him, y'know?"

Alex rubbed her back and glanced at Wolfgang, raising a brow as the Malibu pulled in. "Nice ride." She called out, nodding her head to the orange fox. "Wonder where my father is?"

[Wolfgang]

"Hey, Nice ride." said Wolfgang as he got up from his chair.