Monaco
is
taking her lovely, beautiful bright red Ferrari out for a little night drive. The top is down and the breeze is causing her long honey-brown
braid to to fly behind her. The little principality is going far beyond the speed limit.
Chiara
was
out for a cruise in her bright yellow Lamborghini Diablo when she saw a car whip by her, she changed gears and stepped on the gas.
Monaco
is
having the time of her life, enjoying the sensation of pure unadulterated speed, when she notices a bright yellow Lamborghini Diablo
on her tail. Oh helllllllll no. If that wasn't a challenge she didn't know what was. if possible, she stepped on the gas even more.
growls a bit as the woman accelerated, she stepped on the pedal pushing it farther down coming up and drifting behind the red car, getting_
closer. This speed was so thrilling, she had a bit of a smirk on her face as this had turned into a race.
curses. Dammit! The Lamborghini is catching up to her. A curve is coming up and she turns the wheel expertly, feeling the power of the turn
all over her body. This wasn't what she had in mind when she took her baby out, but this is *so* much better. Monaco loves the thrill of
a race.
sees the turn and follows her tight around the corner, the purr of her engine was exciting, this was more then she thought would happen_
and she loved every second. She shifted gears again and her car moved to third gear as she pulled out from behind the red car and caught up_
beside her and passed her getting in front of her and blocking her.
lets out a string of curses in French, Italian, and Monégasque, as that damned yellow car passes her up. Not only that but they're blocking
her! "Get out of the way!" she hisses angrily to herself. No, Monaco did not like losing- not at all. *Think Louise, use that head of yours*
she thought to herself. She cranks up the gear, looking for some sort of weakness in the other's defenses. If not, she might have to force
her way through.
looks in the rear view with a cocky smirk she mocked her happily in Italian, the woman looked pissed, that was a too perfect look, there_
Chiara
was
no way she was letting the brunette get back in front of her, she was having too much fun to lose.
Monaco
gives
Chiara some choice, very unladylike words in Italian. Racing really did bring out the worst in her, if this was poker and if she was losing
this badly, she would have on her poker face. But she had to let out all her rage and anxiety somehow. She's now tailgating the Italian
woman, putting pressure. She was *so* making room to get to the top!
growls a bit at how close she was, Dio, if she so much as scratched the paint on her baby she would go mafia on her ass. She glared at the_
rear view, and stepped on the gas shifting into fourth and flooring it, the car jolted forward and took off. Chiara loved this speed!
smirks as she's getting closer to Chiara's car. Being this aggressive might damage her own beloved Ferrari, but it would be worth it. She
had money. She could fix it up all over again. She picks up the speed and starts focusing on the right side, determined to inch her way
through. She lets out a rather loud "whoop" the wind carrying the sound way. Because mon dieu! She loved speed! It helped her relaxed!
watches her rear view she pulled right, staying just where she couldn't get past her. She wouldn't let the other, no matter what.
scoots up closer, wondering if she can pressure the other. She really will scratch that car if this lady doesn't move it! She was here first
and she was here to win it!
glares at the rear view as she got closer, she cursed in Italian and stepped on the pedal harder, there was no way she was scratching her_
baby up.
steps on the pedal more- she's dangerously close to the Lamborghini. It's such a shame to threaten it- it really is quite beautiful. But
Monaco is quite the sore loser. Plus it would be so much easier if she would just give her an opening!
Chiara
will
never giver her an opening and will beat her ass if she scratches the paint job.