Chapter 3 - A Little Wager

After breakfast, Queen reluctantly convinced herself to buy another medium coffee, but this time with no whip cream. And after paying for it, she drove all the way back to the Impound Lot with the hot drink, and as she expected, Tuner Cars gang leader and tar-covered Boost was still locked up all by his lonesome.

"Hey, Booster Seat! Thirsty?!" Queen jokingly called, and the dark purple gang leader turned and scowled when he knew who it was, but his eyes went wide when she dropped the drink up against the fence, and she stuck the straw through it far enough for Boost to reach it.

But he only squinted his eyes at the drink and at the Ford Mustang in disbelief. "Why are you giving me this?"

"Eh, I realized we got off on the wrong tire, and it's like you said: We shouldn't be enemies," Queen replied with a smirk, but her expression suddenly turned stern, "and you better drink it, buddy boy, 'cause I bought it with my own money."

"Why do I have a hard time believing you?" Boost scoffed while pathetically hopping closer to the fence, and he grabbed the straw with his lips and took a long sip of the coffee. And when he finally let go for a breath, he exhaled in relief at how tasty it was.

But when he realized he accidentally exhaled and smiled, and he saw the smirk on Queen's face, he instantly went back to glaring daggers at her.

"Great, now I can expect ta be dead by tomorrow morning," the gang leader grumbled while slowly hopping to look away from Queen.

"You're such an ass," Queen scoffed and turned to leave, but she didn't take the drink back, and she suddenly stopped, "and just a little heads-up, the new deputy's here."

With that, the Ford Mustang silently left the Impound Lot.

"What do you care, bitch?" Boost grumbled under his breath.

"I heard that, you bastard!" Queen suddenly called from down the road, taking Boost by complete surprise as to how she actually heard him from that distance.

But not even five minutes after she left that Wingo suddenly stopped by, and Boost couldn't help but notice the huge cocky grin on his face.

"What's got you all happy?" Boost asked dryly.

"You seen the new girl, dude? Check this out, she's a Lamborghini," Wingo replied with excitement.

"Really?" Boost questioned in disbelief.

"Yeah, man!"

"What's a car like that doin' in a place like this?"

"Who cares? All I know is that she's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, and I'll bet I can totally make her mine before the month's over."

"Bet you can't."

"You wanna turn this into an actual bet?"

"No, I just wanna make my own opinion known. C'mon, don't be a child, Wingo."

"If I'M the child, then why don't YOU mind your own damn business?" Wingo suddenly snapped.

"Because you just told me everything without my permission," Boost simply replied, making neon green car scowl at him, and he suddenly noticed the coffee by the fence.

"I'm takin' this with me," Wingo growled while snatching the coffee away and started sipping while continuing to glare at his leader.

"Whatever," Boost sighed and rolled his eyes.

"You aren't stealing that, are you?" came a familiar voice, and Wingo's eyes averted to Angel quicker than Boost's, but Angel's light bar wasn't visible at the moment.

"Well, hello, sugar lips. Come back for a ride on The Wings of Love? You'd like it," Wingo purred lustfully, but when he tried to approach her, she simply pushed him away with a tire.

"No. And I advise you watch your tone, Mister. I am a lady, after all, and I'm not that easy to persuade," Angel stated firmly.

"What are you? My mother?" Wingo scoffed jokingly before taking another sip of the coffee.

"No, I'm the second worst—I'm the new deputy." With that, the panel on Angel's cab opened once more, and the light bar rose up and started flashing bright red and blue, but there were no sirens.

And when he finally realized who he was actually talking too, Wingo did a spit-take and stared wide-eyed at the female Lamborghini; Boost even snickered from the tension in the air, only imagining how bad this must look for his neon green gang member.

"Now, I can let you off with a warning if you apologize, but next time, I'm reporting you to my uncle. We clear on that?" Angel explained firmly, and poor Wingo could only continue to stare at her in silent shock.

"Damn…" Wingo began meekly, but then his gaping mouth curled up into a smirk, "a woman of the law—now THAT'S sexy!"

Despite his best efforts, Angel was NOT impressed by Wingo's flirting. So, before he knew it, Wingo heard a loud CLANK before he looked down to find a parking boot locked on his front left wheel, much to his surprise.

"What the-?" was all Wingo could say.

"Get in the Impound Lot before I get Sheriff down here," Angel growled.

"You're bluffing," Wingo protested in disbelief, but he was soon proved wrong when he heard the static of Angel's radio, and he heard Sheriff's voice on the other end.

Immediately, Wingo looked at her in amazement while slowly hopping backwards into the Impound Lot after she unlocked the gate. And once he was inside, she then turned her radio off, knowing she made her point.

"You," Angel began while suddenly pointing a tire at Boost, "get out here, your extra two hours are up."

Boost didn't question her as he slowly hopped forward, allowing her to unlock the parking boot on his front right wheel. And the second he was free, he took off down the road.

And when Wingo was now left alone in the Impound Lot, Angel soon closed the gate back and locked it, but Wingo wasn't happy when she turned to leave.

"Hey, are you seriously locking me up for flirting with you?!" Wingo snapped, making the Lamborghini suddenly stop and slowly turn back around to glare into his eyes.

"You know who I am?" was all she asked, and Wingo only shook his head, "I'm Angel Rodriguez. And right now, I'm the deputy, which means you listen to me! And if you're pissed about being locked up now, then you should be happy I didn't just hook you up to Bessie!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me." Wingo's fluids ran cold for a millisecond at the sound of Angel's stone cold voice, and as his brown eyes stared back into hers, he finally started to realize how difficult she was.

But without another word, the deputy finally turned and left, leaving Wingo to think about his plans to win her over. It may seem unlikely, but for Wingo, it was NEVER gonna be impossible.

Queen somehow found herself window shopping in Radiator Springs' Curios Shop, as she skimmed over shelves of souvenirs like snow globes and bumper stickers.

"Well, hello, Sir! Lookin' ta buy a bumper sticker?" came a frail voice, as none other than the shop owner, Lizzie, entered the shop, and the old Ford Model T two-door sedan jiggled her way over to Queen on her old tires.

"Uh, actually-," was all Queen could get out before the old car interrupted.

"Ooh, this is a nice selection over here! Great fer attractin' the men!"

"But…you just said I was a man."

"What did I say?"

"That I was male."

…

"You must be mistaken! Here, every new customer gets a free bumper sticker!" With that, Queen suddenly felt the awkward feeling of having something slapped against her bumper, as Lizzie had stuck a bumper sticker on her without warning.

"There, them boys will love it! I guarantee it! Now, get outta here and tell your friends about the shop eh? And be sure ta come back again soon!" Lizzie went on almost too quickly for Queen to comprehend, as she was pushing the said yellow Ford Mustang out of her shop.

But despite appearing to be a frail old thing, Lizzie pushed Queen harder than she had liked, and as she rolled down the ramp, she suddenly bumped into someone else.

And when Queen shook away the dizziness, she suddenly found herself fender-to-fender with an evilly-smirking Boost.

"Oh, hey, Booster Seat…finally got the feces washed off, I see," Queen innocently pointed out when she noticed that Boost was in fact clean again, with not a speck of tar left, but she wasn't going to admit out loud that she was a little nervous about the fact that Boost was no longer locked up.

"I already told you, it wasn't fecal matter," Boost hissed, but his grin soon returned, "but now that I'm not in some damn cage anymore, I thought I'd finally catch up with the other Tuners—you haven't seen 'em, have you?"

"Nope. Can't say that I have, so you've come to the wrong car to help you look," Queen simply replied as she tried to drive around Boost to leave, but he suddenly stopped her in her tracks by quickly backing up.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on, if I recall correctly, you said that there actually WOULD be an old fashioned tussle between us if there were no fences, and I don't see any, do you?"

"B-but…but your friends said you don't fight girls."

"My friends aren't here right now," Boost pointed out in an intimidating growl, even making Queen gulp with fear, "so, since I can't find them, then I guess that just leaves you and me, Princess."

"Don't call me that," Queen growled, ignoring that she was still alone with Boost.

"If you want my respect, then you're gonna have ta beat me at a little wager," Boost informed with a smirk.

"What kind of wager?" Queen asked out of curiosity.

DUN-DUN-DUN! CLIFFHANGER!

I don't really know if there'll be anymore cliffhangers after this, so if there are, then you better get used to 'em.

But what do you guys think Boost's wager is? And what could it mean for poor Queen?! She's all alone with the car who hates her with all his heart!

Guess we'll find out in the next chapter.

Until the next chapter, I'm TRikiD, bye-bye!