She stopped dead in her tracks as Lightning greeted a yellow Corvette, a black McLaren, and an unknown car, sporting British racing green with black accents.
"This is Foxy. She's one of my best friends. Foxy, this is Jeff," He gestured to the yellow Corvette, "Lewis Hamilton," The black car waved a tire in greeting, "and Nigel Gearsley."
"Hey, man." Lewis replied with a smile.
"Pleasure, dear." Nigel replied, extending a tire, which she shook.
"How you doing?" Jeff greeted her, dipping his hood with a smile.
"I'm all right. It's my first time here, so not really too sure what to expect."
Jeff grinned and nodded understandingly as the other two nodded in agreement. "There's four kinds of cars in here. Ones who dance the entire night, ones who drink the entire night, ones who couple up the entire night, and ones who do all three."
"You can say that again!" Foxy replied, and the five laughed.
"I gotta say, I feel like I've heard your name before. How do you two know each other again?"
"We're best friends. You might've seen her at the track when I was racing. She's part of my pit crew."
"You're the Foxy? Now I know where I've heard of you! You were the one at the WGP Party in Japan, right?"
Foxy smiled and nodded.
"I see you've changed into a car now. Better then being a fox?" Lewis asked, nudging her fender with a tire.
"A lot. I don't get mixed stares anymore."
"Good, good."
"So what do you say, Lightning? Up for a few games of billiards?"
"Sure, why not? Foxy, you want to play too? You can play against Lewis or Nigel."
"Sounds fun, but be prepared to win another time, both of you. I'm not very good."
"Ah, who cares, miss. We've all had a few drinks, none of us will be very good." Nigel replied with a laugh.
Foxy laughed with him, then agreed. She followed the four to the upstairs lounge-slash-pool hall, and they found an open table. The music from downstairs was flowing through the lounge via a speaker in every corner. Foxy was able to pick out the sounds of a bass dropping, and she grinned.
Leave it to DJ to play some Dubstep.
As soon as she was able to identify it as 'Bass Invaders and Red Alert' by Chrispy, she rolled over to the table where Lewis was waiting.
"I'll split it, if you want."
"Sure."
Foxy attached the pool cue to her wheel, pulled back, then shot the cue ball into the center of the cluster of spheres. They scattered, and Foxy backed off. "It's all yours."
The two began shooting, taking turns, until Lewis called out, "I got stripes."
"I've got solids." Foxy sighed, the two still taking turns shooting the cue ball.
As the song ended, Foxy drove to the railing, and saw that she was overlooking the DJ station, where DJ was parked. "Ey, yo, DJ!" She called.
He looked up, spotted her, and grinned.
"Mind playing that again?"
"No problem, dude!" He put the song on again, and Foxy thanked him before returning to the game.
Turns out, Lewis wasn't a very good pool player, as Foxy found out about ten minutes later when she won. "Did you let me win, just because I'm a girl?"
"I'm not used to playing billiards. I'm used to racing." Lewis replied with a shrug, and Foxy saw that he was serious.
"I guess that does make a lot of sense." She replied with a smile. "Now I play you, right?" Foxy asked, and Nigel nodded.
The two reset the triangle-shaped guide so that the balls were lined up numerically, with the number one pointed towards the other side of the table.
"Ladies first." Nigel dipped his hood towards her, and she smiled.
"Thanks, Nigel." She took a shot, and scattered the triangle formation.
"Yeah, solids!" She exclaimed triumphantly as a solid yellow ball sunk into the far left corner pocket.
"Stripes for me." He replied, then left her shoot again. She aimed the cue ball at a burgundy-colored solid, and watched as it rolled into a middle pocket with satisfaction.
"Not very good my bumper. Three shots in a row?" Jeff muttered in amazement to Lightning, the two and Lewis watching her play.
"When I'm sober, I'm awful, plus I haven't played in years!" Foxy replied, shrugging before taking her shot. She sent a stripe and a solid spinning in two different directions, and bit her lip. If the striped ball was sunk, she'd surely go downhill from there. Luckily, nothing fell into a pocket, and Nigel took his turn. He sunk a striped ball into one of the pockets closer to Foxy, and she blinked in surprise. He took another turn, then it was Foxy's. She took a shot, and narrowly missed sending a striped ball into the far right pocket. Instead, she sunk a solid. "Yeah!" She cheered, then took another shot. Her sights were set on a blue solid, and she watched as she missed, her aim off.
The game continued, and Nigel won, but only by one. "You're not that bad of a shot, Foxy." Nigel gave her a smile, and she returned hers shyly.
"Thanks. You're not bad either." The five played billiards for the next couple of hours, one of the ones not playing going up to get drinks when needed.
About three hours before closing time, Foxy tilted her hood to the side in thought. "You know, I've always wanted to try a margarita."
"You'll love them!" Lightning went to get her one, since she was once again playing a team game with Lewis and Jeff, her teammate being Nigel.
He returned shortly, and passed it to her. She took a sip, and at once her face twisted. Lightning, Jeff, and Lewis laughed at her, then Jeff explained that you took a drink then licked the salt on the rim of the glass.
Foxy's expression turned blank, then she replied "Ooohhhh..."
Jeff laughed as she took another drink, then quickly liked at the salt. "Not bad!" Foxy replied with a grin.
"Ready to play?" Jeff laughed quietly, and Foxy nodded.
"My shot, right?"
Jeff nodded, then Foxy took the shot, winning the game.
"All right Light, your turn." Foxy replied, and Lightning rolled forwards to play in teams.
The five played until the club was nearly closed, when suddenly, one of the few cars who had been on the second floor with them rolled over. Foxy's eyes instantly snapped to him, darting over his form, trying to ascertain what he wanted.
He apparently saw her looking, since he made a beeline for her.
"You play some pretty good pool. Mind playin' a round with me?"
"I... guess." She replied, following the car to a nearby table.
"You can start." He replied offhandedly, already setting the balls on the table.
'He certainly is sure of himself.' Foxy thought as she watched.
How was that? :D Nearly done with this one!
Did I get their attitudes right in this one? If I didn't, let me know and I'll fix it! :)
Who is this mysterious car that has insisted on playing pool with Foxy? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OF CLUBBIN'! MWAHAHAHAHA!