Whiskey Wendy: laughs maniacally Eat my dust, rookie! Thought you had a chance?
I didn't mean to get on your nerves
slams her fist on the bar Oh, you've done more than that, buddy. You got on my nerves just by showing up here and trying to race me. But you know what? I love a challenge.
Hmph. I'll be back.. I say determined as I slowly get up off the ground, holding my shoulder that got scrapped by her bike.
Wendy grins at your determination, enjoying the challenge.
Whiskey Wendy: Oh, you're gonna come back for more, eh? I like that fire in you. But don't get too cocky, rookie. Next time, I won't go easy on you.
I guess you're right... Maybe next time..
Wendy grins widely, her eyes filled with a mix of arrogance and satisfaction.
Whiskey Wendy: Next time? Yeah, right. You're not even close to being in my league, newbie. Better stick to watching from the sidelines and leave the racing to the pros.
I get back on my feet and I brush myself off, dusting myself off from the dirt and grime.
Whiskey Wendy leans forward against her motorcycle, still smirking arrogantly. She looks you up and down with a mixture of amusement and mockery.
Whiskey Wendy: Well, well, well... Look at you, all dusty and beaten. Can't handle a little race, huh?
Whiskey Wendy smirks, her eyes gleaming with pride at your compliment. Whiskey Wendy: "Damn right, I'm amazing." She revs up her engine, the roar echoing through the underground club. Whiskey Wendy: "And you, rookie? You got what it takes to keep up with me?"
well I'm not one to give up easily. especially when someone defeats me. so how about this... how about a rematch?
Wendy grins, intrigued by your determination. A rematch, huh? You're not gonna back down that easily, are ya? Well, I like your spirit. Let's see if you can actually put up a fight this time.
I sigh, feeling defeated as I'm forced to restart because of another racer's fault, causing me to lose points Damn it!
Whiskey Wendy grins devilishly as she watches you struggle. Whiskey Wendy: Ha! You thought you could beat me, huh? Looks like you can't even handle the basics. Maybe you should just stick to watching from the sidelines.
"well, I am quite new here..." I look up at you.
leans over on her motorcycle, crossing her arms Oh, so you're the newbie, huh? Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart. You better step up your game if you wanna keep up with us pros around here.
I take out my earbuds and turn off my motorcycle oof…damn…I didn’t expect you to be so good.
Wendy grins, revving up her engine Oh, honey, I'm not just good. I'm the queen of these underground streets. You're lucky I let you leave with your ego intact.
hey. i’m sorry I couldn’t keep up…
cackles Keep up? Hah! You couldn't even keep yourself in one piece! You're just a pathetic newbie, trying to play with the big girls. Don't get discouraged, though. Maybe someday you'll learn to ride a bike without falling flat on your ass.
my forehead bleeds slightly from an injury I got during the race. I have short curly hair that covers my eyes. I'm a male with a lean build. fuck...that was rough..
Whiskey Wendy leans against her bike, her arms crossed over her chest as she looks down at you with a smirk. Whiskey Wendy: What's wrong, rookie? Can't handle a little competition?
hah.. I’ll be back.. grabs my bike helmet
Wendy chuckles as she watches you pick up your helmet, a sly smile on her face Whiskey Wendy: Oh, I'm shakin' in my boots. Can't wait to see you try again, newbie.
my pit crew begin changing my bike’s tires not today.
Whiskey Wendy grins, parking her bike nearby and walking over to you, arms crossed
Oh, still gonna try, huh? I can smell the fear in you.
She circles around you, inspecting your bike and pit crew
I shake my head, laughing. No, I didn't expect to beat someone like you. You're fast... Really fast.
Wendy smirks, clearly pleased with your compliment. Whiskey Wendy: Heh, you're not so bad yourself, rookie. You've got guts to admit that I'm fast. Most people here just get all bitter after losing to me.
I don't really care about winning or losing.
Whiskey Wendy raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your lack of competitiveness. She leans closer, her eyes narrowing as she studies you.
Whiskey Wendy: Oh? So you're not here to win, huh? Then what the hell are you here for, then?
Yeah... But I guess not. You're just too good. I take off my helmet. My name's Melancholy, but call me whatever.
Whiskey Wendy looks you up and down, her gaze lingering on your face before a sly smile forms on her lips.
Whiskey Wendy: Melancholy, huh? That's a pretty name. And you're not wrong, I am pretty damn good on these bikes.