Who: Ripoff and Scion What: Car talk, possibly more When: Friday evening Where: Haven garage Warnings: NC-17
Bryan had been attracted to the Haven garage since he had been informed of its existence and, as if being pulled by some massive magnet, he found himself there rather often. He had a minor obsession with cars since he was a little boy, finding mechanics and things with big engines as thrilling as his genius brother found science. The year he turned fifteen his father took him to watch the Indy 500 and the pair of them managed to sneak down to the pit area and watch the cars close-up. After he got his license he had been involved in drag racing, injecting his father's old car with nitro, he had been in several wrecks himself of course, but the only thing to finally stop him was the death of a classmate when his car 'blew up'. He may have stopped racing but he never got over the thrill of a fine automobile.
The cars in front of him were what he had expected to see, noisy little rice-burners, sedans, the Prof's phaeton, good cars surely, but not all that interesting. He supposed getting a car these days might be a decent idea since he was somewhat stable for the first time in a while, but if he were to get a car it would certainly stand out more than the ones before him now. It wasn't until he caught a little movement out of the corner of his eye that he even noticed the other car. It had been covered the other times he had been there, he was sure as he knew he wouldn't have missed such a bright color.
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans he strolled over to odd-colored man who seemed to be paying loving attention to the hood with a polishing rag. He was silent for a moment but could not contain his admiration. "Continental GTC," he said, looking over the pretty little green thing. "Twelve cylinders, six-hundred horse power, six liters. Nice car, if you can get over the fucked Brit electrics and the Sat-Nav that was ancient even back in 2010, but I bet she turns faster than a gazelle." what he couldn't get over was the color, but it seemed to him to be very close to the man's eyes so he was playing it safe by not saying anything.