The Drift Queen - Hot Laps

It's time. Her hands crack with every yank she's done of the metal on the kart. Fingertips tingling with the sense of accomplishment. A whole couple of weeks of work, she's been making sure her kart is up to standards and faster than any others. Mechanically, she was skilled at putting things together and making an out of this world creation, but she knew it'd take more than that. Somewhere out there was Pedro and she wanted to win. A little competition wouldn't hurt. She also found it a win win if she was to win or lose, so now it was just a matter of having fun. Too many nights, she'd been working on this beast of a kart with men jumping on her back as if she wasn't getting her work done. It was honestly kind of pathetic. Just let her breathe damnit.

There were cheers along the stands. People from all over have come to see them race and Melanie wasn't going to let some chump from out of district beat her. As she waves to them, she smiles to herself. The excitement is infectious. There's a smile on her face that bubbles with excitement herself. This is what she wanted. The ability to prove her mechanical worth on a bigger stage than just Three. She was dreaming bigger. She had to act bigger. Somewhere in the crowd was big boss man. The one person who continued to push her to do this. A memory of a conversation that was meant to be a joke, but treated as truth between them. It'd been so long that she can see remember the way big boss told her to do it. She's the best after all. She couldn't lose.

Pedal to the metal, she can feel her hands gripping the wheel. Design is important with any race. Speed is what others would be focusing on, but she wanted to maintain control. Speed was secondary. She wanted to not crash out. A smirk on her lips as the sound of the start goes off. The helmet and safety goggles are the only protection she has. "Let the games begin, kids." And she presses on the pedal, the sound of squealing tires sets in as the smell of burnt rubber fills her nose. It's game time.