storybrooke WHO: Neal Gold (Baelfire) + Nathan Hansen (Nathan Wuornos) WHAT: Nathan catching Neal with the stolen bug after the street race WHERE: Gold's Mansion WHEN: April 9th, 3:15 AM
Neal's evening had gone off without any hitches. He had been hiding the stolen yellow bug in one of his Father's sheds behind the house, where he usually kept newly apprehended pieces for the shop, and been waiting for the possible heat to cool down from the theft. No one had come looking for him or the car at the mansion, and like all young boys, the longer time that passed, the more he yearned to test his limits. He logically knew that it was probably best to not drive the car anytime soon, but he couldn't hold off any longer. Especially once the challenge had been presented to the Boys. Peter had volunteered Neal with ease and it wasn't like Neal to back down from a challenge. His only choice was to use the car.
His evening with Jenny, prior to the race, had been perfect. One of the most exciting things about now having possession of the bug was that he could carter his friends around in it. He didn't know if he was going to risk taking it out for another drive any time soon so it was good that he had the chance to at least take Jenny for the promised ride. He'd even brought her a soda and bag of chips for the drive. They'd simply cruised up and down the same few streets, with the other boys situated to keep a look out throughout the night. When it got closer to the time for the race, he'd let Jenny out so she could join Peter, and he got ready.
It had been easy to beat Tom's piece of junk. While the bug wasn't a racing car, it wasn't falling apart in the way that Tom's second hand bucket of bolts was. He'd had a good laugh with Peter when he'd heard Tom's challenge because it seemed so incredibly silly. Yet, he'd stepped up and followed through. He'd won and it had been important after he'd done so that they dispersed as quickly as possible, before anyone possibly showed up. It was well known that the adults of Storybrooke weren't a fan of reckless driving in the streets. He'd made sure to drive Jenny home and was just now pulling into his Father's drive way. Letting it sit idling, he hoped out of the driver's side and walked back towards the shed so that he could open the doors, casting a glance down to his phone as he did. 3:15 AM.