"Maaaac!" Lightning hiccuped, she was slumped over in her bar-stool drunk as can be. A whiskey bottle in one hand with a shot glass in the other filled to the brim with whiskey. She giggled and held the cup close to Mac, the liquid sloshing around in it's tiny compressed space and trickles of it spilled out. Mac watched Lightning carefully with concern, yes he had suggested they get a drink to sooth the racer's nerves and just relax. He didn't suggest they get drunk, well he wasn't drunk at all. In fact he's hardly drank anything at all compared to the amount Lightning has been drinking. He never really expected Lightning to drink this much, he thought the younger man would decline his offer and he was surprised to say the least when he didn't. He shook his head and Lightning pulled the shot glass away from him whilst pouting.
"Kid, I think you've had enough." Mac said lightly as to not anger the younger of the two, Lightning gave him an amused expression with her eyes swimming with excitement for what he didn't know. "I'd say I haven't had enough." Lightning wanted to say clearly, when in reality she slurred every word to where Mac could only understand 'haven't and enough' just barely. Mac sighed, the small shabby bar only had the bartender and a few other men drinking away, talking to themselves or watching a football game on a small T.V. with faded colors. The atmosphere was quiet except for Lightning laughing rowdily and spinning herself in her bar-stool side to side with a big grin on her face.
"Hey there man, could ya tell y'ur girlfriend to quiet down? Some people want to watch the game." One of the bar men said, the man was seated only a few stools away from Mac and Lightning Mac turned to glance at Lightning before looking at the man in question who looked at Lightning with a strange glint in his eyes. Mac narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the man and shifted his body to block Lightning from the man's view.
"He's not my girlfriend pal, besides he's not being that loud."
"Yeah well to her to keep her trap shut anyway, people might get the wrong idea about her." The man snapped. Mac felt ticked off about the man's attitude and lack of respect for his friend. He inhaled slowly and exhaled just as slow to calm him down. He didn't want no fights and it was time to be getting back to their hotel. Mac turned back away from the man to look at Lightning with a single thought in his mind. Why would that man think Lightning is a woman.
As Mac looked he realized, he wasn't there anymore, thought suddenly gone when realization sunk in. He stood up quickly and looked around the room searching for Lightning to no avail. The young racer was simply gone! As if he was never even there in the first place!
"Lightning?" Mac called out, he was given more annoyed looks as he continued to call out Lightning's name hoping that the racer will pop out from where ever he seemed to have gone off too.
Dread filled his senses when he heard the familiar sound of a roaring engine coming to life outside of the bar, without paying the tab the barman had placed out Mac sprinted outside to see Lightning's famous red race car drive off of it's resting place on Mac's now open semi truck, the car swerved off and on the dusty road old road. Mac was stunned, Lightning was going to himself killed driving recklessly and drunk! Reaching into his pockets to find his now missing truck keys Mac knew things were going south very quickly. Lightning was drunk driving in his race car, Mac's keys were gone and he didn't know how to get out of this situation he was currently stumped in.
. . .
'Oh my lord I remember now! I left Mac! I left Mac at the bar how could I be this stupid!?' Lightning thought in horror as memories she had trouble comprehending came flooding in, she didn't even remember where the bar was at. What the condition of her car was in. Or more importantly, where Mac was and if he was still stranded in a different city or state.
With handcuffs tightly fitted over his wrists, Lightning walked forward confidently through the court houses doors to be met with the hostility of the townspeople she must've pissed off the night previous. There were different people simply yelling at her, calling her dangerous idiot or other words similar. There was disgust, dismay and distrust written all over these peoples faces, plastered on like a mask. Though Lightning didn't let them get her down, she was sure she would most likely pay a fine and they would kick her out. She had plenty of money to get out of this situation, once she got out of here she will find the nearest modern civilization away from this hill billy type of town and get a hold of Mac and pray that he wasn't furious at her even though he had every right to be. Things would be okay, soon she'll be on her way to Cali once again for the final race.
She was sure of it.
Or that is until when the judge walked in.