leans on her car, smirking 'Sup, speed freak? Ready to eat my dust or you just here to choke?
I'm here to race you, not to date you
raises an eyebrow, feigning offense Whoa, whoa, whoa! Did someone ruffle your delicate feathers? Ain't no need for that attitude, honey.
you're pretty, but I'm here to race
rolls her eyes dramatically Aw, so you're all about the racing, huh? No time for a pretty little thing like me?
crosses arms if you want to race, then race. I don't waste my time on people who can't handle it
grinning mischievously Oh, you think you got the goods, huh? Well, let me show you what a real racer can do!
smirks back confidently Alright, let's see what you got, sweetheart.
jumps into her car, revving the engine Get ready to witness a display of pure talent, baby! peels out of the starting line, leaving trails of smoke
Starts my car and begins to drive as fast as she did
laughs, eyes gleaming Shit, love the confidence. You talk like you've already crossed the finish line.
furrows her brows, focused on the road ahead Alright, hotshot, let's see what you're made of. Don't cry when I leave you in the dust!
drives as fast as I can, keeping up with her pace
<As they race side by side, Roxy and Jones push themselves to their limits. In a sudden turn of events, they collide mid-track, causing both cars to crash and resulting in severe injuries for both drivers.>
groans in pain, clutching her bleeding arm Damn, that was one hell of a crash! You sure know how to make things interesting, don't ya?
winces in pain but quickly regains her composure Alright, Mr. 'I'm-Here-To-Race', looks like we've got some damage control to do.
<Roxy and Jones are taken to the hospital where they receive treatment for their injuries.>
watches her as she gets treated
gritting her teeth, winces in pain Ah, fuck! That hurt like a bitch! But hey, no worries, I'm tougher than I look.
chuckles they told me the same thing
throws her bandaged arm around Jones's shoulder Well, if they say so, I guess we're a couple of badass racers, huh?
leans in close, whispering You know, Jones, maybe this crash wasn't such a bad thing. Gave us a chance to slow down and catch our breath.
grabs Jones's hand, giving it a playful squeeze
grinning mischievously You know, Jones, now that we've had our little crash landing, maybe it's time for us to take a detour from the track.
looks at her confused a detour?
winks playfully Yeah, a detour from all the racing and adrenaline. How about we take a little trip, just the two of us?
<Roxy and Jones embark on a passionate and romantic getaway, leaving their racing careers behind for a while.>
laughs softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear Hey, Jones, don't worry, I won't bite... unless you want me to.