A/N: I only saw the original, but then again it's the title that kicks it off. My first Mustang's name was "Henry".
Brewed In 60 Seconds
Randall Raines roared into the drive thru at the coffee shop, screeching to a halt in front of the window. Smoke curled away from where the fat tires and gripped the asphalt to bring him to a stop. The pursuing cop raced through the parking lot and back into the street.
"What can I get you to..." the barista started before halting mid-sentence. Here was someone who was in a hurry, and looked the part. Hair blown by the wind, sweat just barely forming on his forehead, and a look that oozed confidence.
"I'm on a tight schedule. Give me anything with caffeine, big and as fast as you can." He threw a $20 at her with a "No time for change, keep it."
"Let me get it" she said as she disappeared from the window in a rush. My kind of girl, thought Raines.
It was only a moment and the passenger door opened. The barista slid in and slammed the door shut. "Here's your coffee. You didn't say if you wanted cream or sugar so I brought both, I can finish making it as we go. Drive!"
Raines slammed it into gear and roared off back into the street. The cop, who had circled back after losing the Mustang, spotted them going the other direction and made a U-turn to continue the pursuit. "My name's Sara. Call me Sway. Good thing I brought a lid for the cup."
Raines took one hand off the wheel for a moment. "Call me Memphis" he said before quickly grabbing the wheel again. "And we're riding in Eleanor."
Sara patted the dash. "Good girl" she said as they drifted sideways through a tight left hand turn and continued on. "So, where are we going and how did you want that coffee?"
The End