Chapter 11: I Get Around
Trista smiled slightly before switching the subject. "Who is Razor anyway?" she inquired, keeping an indifferent expression on.
'It couldn't have been him,' she added mentally, 'He died years ago anyhow.' She couldn't help but ponder at whether the person was alive, the one who captured her years ago. Trista automatically shivered at the thought, loathing her for claiming that he owned her, though it was true.
"Ah, Razor. The foreign racing genius that works for Mizo." Tori chimed. Jak stood.
"I remember he invented that UR-86 bot-thing that nearly wiped out the whole Red Cup by winning all the Gold medals." He said. Tori nodded.
"Razor is just a wee bit to proud though. Now that I'm back, his bot will be UR-86ed." She said. Nikki giggled.
She nodded slightly, "Was that his intention? What reason would that be? To just cheat?" Trista mentioned.
"Reason? Its cause Mizo said so!" Nikki scowled. Tori sighed.
"Well, Nikki, we have to find him. After I declare myself back, but before we get offed by Shiv, Edje or Cutter." Tori said. Jak gaped.
"You mean those boys are still playing? I thought that, by the way they raced, that they would have been offed by now!"
Trista gazed at both Tori and Nikki questioningly. "Who are they?" she asked, referring to the names spoken.
"Racers who the Mighty God of Racing has smiled down upon in the oh-so-many times the three bastards have almost died!" Nikki said sarcastically, raising both her paws to the sky and shaking them, like Jazz Hands. Tori chuckled.
"Now don't insult the Racing God! He hast spared my life more times than thine hast fingers, little one." Tori stated, smirking. Then both girls became immersed in a fit of giggles, as Jak stared.
"Racing God? What in the hell...?"
"Inside joke; you wouldn't get it." Nikki managed to squeak out between giggles.
Trista arched a thin brow, smiling slightly. They never fail to humor themselves, so she thought. "It take it you two loathe them?" she stated.
"Well no dip, Sherlock!" Nikki spat, hopping on the bar top to pace. "I've had my tail fried more times than I can COUNT because of one of them!" She gestured to her swishing tail, which indeed, if you looked close enough, was charred. "They also cut the wires of our cars and make them only a HAIR too short to retie! They are a nuisance! And ever since Tori went bye-bye, they've had a hankering for Ottsel a-la barbecue. Or any other cooking implement they can get their grubby little mitts on. You know that Shiv actually mentioned the other day that I would taste good with soy-sauce? I FRIKKIN HATE SOYSAUCE!" Then, Nikki tripped, falling off the bar and onto Tori's shoes. Jak shot Trista a look as if to say 'They are really weird...'
Trista stifled a giggle, "Well they sound like jack asses to me, or so it's obvious," she mentioned. "Though who is Razor?" she inquired, mentally kicking herself. "Sorry if it seems 20 questions," she added, laughing slightly.
"Nikki, bio, please." Tori stated, picking up her best friend and placing her on the bar once more. With a nod, Nikki began to talk quite fast in a monotone voice.
"Razor, possible German man with a short temper and an accent that even rules over Tori's German one, is a racing fiend and literal cut throat. He is a fine racer, to be sure, but prefers to use men like Shiv, Edje, and Cutter, and the newest addition of UR-86 instead of racing himself, unless there is suitable competition, like Tori, here. Works for Mizo and is about the ONLY person known to man who does NOT gain ten pounds on camera, like to come to the bar, carries flip-knives and hangs around the back alleys more often than not. So far, after much experimentation, I have discovered one thing that bothers the man: Being called gay. He tries to kill me if I sing the I Feel Pretty song, even if it is not directly to him. Fine dresser, looks like a rich man with fanciful cars, and all around fun to torment. That's all I have so far, cause now I'm a bit too scared to get close to him lest he decide I would make a fine side dish." Nikki finished, out of breath. Tori chuckled at the mention of the I Feel Pretty song.
She nodded slightly, glancing towards the door. Trista pondered a bit. She kept a slightly neutral expression, "Do they tend to stir up trouble?" she inquired.
"Well, ya. They and everyone else in Kras City." Tori said, smile fading.
"Hey, now! Don't go all frowny on me! Heck, I know you haven't been in Kras for a few years, and I know that other dumps grown on ya and such, but PLEASE take me with you when, or if, you go back! I know you wanna cause o' dat look on your face." Nikki whispered, shaking Tori's jacket. She sighed.
"So, where is he, anyway?"
Trista relieved a sigh as well. "Where would we find him anyway?" she murmured, questioning more to herself then the rest. "Why did you leave Kras city anyway, Tori?" she asked.
"Banned. Banned from Kras City, because of a Halloween stunt I pulled on GT involving my Dark Tori get up, really sharp nails, and some dry ice graciously provided by Mizo. Caught the whole thing on TV. GT will never live that down, though." Tori chuckled, though a worried expression was still etched upon her features.
Trista had a slightly surprised expression, "Messed with dark eco have you?" she stated. 'Unless she was experimented,' Trista added inwardly. Though when she spoke, she hadn't ment it of offence.
"No eco involved, just purple skin paint and black contacts. Everyone thought it was funny, 'cept GT and he decided to ban me." Tori said, heading behind the counter and digging out a bottle on which TORI was painted in thick messy black paint. She un-corked it and took a swig, screwing up her face in disgust.
Trista nodded slightly, she actually found the image seemingly amusing. "Where would Razor be anyway?"
Jak looked up to here the trip-trap of new shoes on concrete. It was Razor, heading to the bar for a drink. Tori hid behind the counter, taking her drink with her. Nikki growled slightly.
Razor kept quite a calm serious expression on, stepping into the bar. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, though he briefly glanced towards two people in specific.
Trista glanced towards Razor, taking note that he was the reason why Tori might have hid.
Jak glared at the new arrival, and Nikki continued to growl at him.
"We don't serve drink to Mizo's group." Nikki spat at him. She was about to continue with many, many, MANY more swearwords but Jak put a hand to her mouth to shut her up.
Razor merely chuckled, "Is that so small-fry?" he stated, seating himself on one of the bar chairs. He didn't want to deal with such foolish thing as arguing with a rodent.
Jak had to physically restrain Nikki to keep her from clawing Razors eyes out.
"RAZOR! WHEN I GET MY PAWS ON YOU...!" Nikki spat. Jak's eyebrows went straight up at the name.
Razor chuckled once more; he found it funny to bother the ottsel. "Now, serve me a drink will you?" he stated, almost demanding.
Trista glared slightly towards him, at when he eyed Jak.
Nikki, grumbling, went behind the counter and came up with a bottle that had a TOXIC sign on it.
"Here's you drink you slimy bitch!" Nikki spat, throwing the bottle at the mans head.
Razor managed to duck in time, glaring towards Nikki. "I suggest you watch that mouth missy," he stated, "Unless you want to be skinned alive."
He glanced towards Jak, "You don't seem familiar," Razor muttered, glancing towards Trista and Jak.
"We... don't come here much." Jak stated, backing away from Nikki, who had obtained another bottle from Tori, who had forgotten she was hiding.
"You big ugly jerk! You just try and skin me!" Nikki spat, throwing the second bottle.
Razor was about to laugh until it hit him square in the mouth. He clutched his mouth briefly, bits of blood visible.
Trista almost felt like laughing at that, it was quite funny though tensed as Razor saw her smug expression. He cracked one of his hands, before returning his gaze to Nikki. "I might just try that," he stated before moving closer to Nikki.
Nikki grabbed a third bottle.
"I've got a bottle, and I'm not afraid to use it!" Nikki said, a hint of fear in her voice. From where Jak was, he could see Tori behind the counter, who rolled him a bottle and made a motion indicating Jak was supposed to smack Razor over the head with it. Jak tensed, before walking right up behind the man and smacking him with the bottle, hard.
Razor was about to continue until a pain throbbed in the back of his head. He groaned for a moment before falling to the floor, gripping the back of his head as he winced.
Trista glanced behind the counter, wondering when Tori was going to show herself, if she ever was.
"Is he out of it?" Tori whispered. Nikki looked quite unsure about it all. Jak looked at the broken bottle in his hand and winced.
Razor immediately stood up, though it wasn't quick. His eyes narrowed towards Jak, "You son of a..." his voice trailed off before he fell onto the floor once more. Remaining what seemed unmoving except for his breathing.
"Seems so," Trista informed Tori.
Tori stood, smirking at the unconscious Razor.
"Well, that was fun!... Now what are we gonna do about him..?" She said, her enjoyment of the matter wearing off.
Trista inspected Razor, "Depending on how hard Jak smacked him with the bottle, around 30 minutes," she stated.
"You wanted to race him, right Tori?" she asked.
"Yea... but..." Tori grinned as she checked her watch-thing. It had just run out of time.
"Ok... Why not drag him along to the stadium then? Since that's where we are going, and where he needs to be." Tori stated, taking the packet of cigarettes out of Razors pocket and putting them in her own.
Trista arched a brow, pondering for a moment. "Yeah, let's just carry this heavy load," she muttered. "Let's just hope he doesn't wake up," Trista added, glancing wearily towards Razor whom muttered something inaudible.
"And by the look of everything, I'm gonna be carryin' him." Jak stated bluntly. Tori nodded.
"Whatever you say, Jak..." She exited the bar and hopped in her car, Nikki on her shoulder. Jak dragged the heavy body to the car and placed him in the back-back. He sat beside Tori, making room for Trista next to him.
Trista sighed slightly at seeing Jak's expression at carrying Razor. Soon after she hopped in the car, seating herself beside him.
Tori gunned it to the stadium, stopping at the back entrance. She sighed. No one had noticed her arrival.
"You two go in with Limpy and find out what's going on." Tori said.