This is a set of short drabbles inspired from Twilit Violet/Nevuela's Cars Drabble Challenge 2 list. This was on deviantart by the way. Though others had entered the challenge, this is my own spin on each of the fifty choices in the CDC2 list, so I'm not copying anyones' work.

Disclaimer: Cars belongs to Disney/Pixar. CDC2 list belongs Twilit Violet/Nevuela.

CDC2: 1. Chick/ Sally - crown, sweeping, cinnamon

Excess Snhaps Annoyance

It was the start of a two week break between races. The exclusive club at the Motor Speedway had a majority of veteran racecars there. Some had gotten their wives to come and others brought dates, Lightning and Sally among them.

Sally parked at their table as Lighting went to get drinks from the bar. They were celebrating Lightning's sweeping win yesterday. With her attention on the red racecar, Sally was unaware of the approach of another car.

"Well hello there, Beautiful." Sally jumps, turns back to look at the speeker. It was Chick Hicks, the meanist car known.

"Oh. Hello Mr. Hicks," she said reversing away from his gasohol laced breath. The racecar only rolls closer, pushing along a bottle of cinnamon snhaps.

"Call me 'Chickster'. I just wan'a ask why yous with McQueen, when ya can do so much better," he comments with a suggestive twitch of roof-brow

"Charmed, 'Mr. Hicks', but No."

"Don't be like that, Baby. I can get anything you want. Jeweled hubcaps, eighteen karat gold glitter finish and the finest fuels. Anything."

"How bout crown of dents for your hood, Chick." This came from behind the racecar causing Sally to smile. "Sally looks like she doesn't want your company."

"Who asked you, McQueen," Chick growls turning to his rival. Lightning waited, annoyed, for Chick to leave, but the blocky racecar went in to a tirade. "You Think You So Hot. You NOTHING But Punk Who's To Big For His Tires. I'm gon'a make it very hard for you this next race." He was going to continue when his crew chieff approached.

"I think you had enough, Chick, time to sleep it off. Besides, you don't need to be banned from here. Bad for your already low image," said the truck.

"Fine! Remember, McQueen, this isn't over." The green racecar turns away and leaves, the truck following. The couple watch the two exit the bar, then each-other and shook their hoods.

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These drabbles will be loosely related to each other but can stand alone itself. Reviews welcome, flames will be given to my muse to cook up new inspirations.

Till Next Time.

SevenStar.