She went to get a spare cue stick, then looked up at the car once more. He nodded once, and she took her shot.
"You might be wonderin' who I am. The name's Tex Dinoco, and I like the way you play. Care to join a team?" His query shocked Foxy out of her concentration, and she looked up.
"You said that you're Tex Dinoco, right? As in, 'Dinoco Fuel'?"
He nodded, and Foxy smiled. "So you know Strip Weathers then."
"Know him? He was my best racer!" Tex laughed, then looked at Foxy.
"I like you, kid. Say, what's your name?"
"Foxy."
"The Foxy?" He asked, gesturing towards Lightning with a tire.
"Yep. That Foxy."
"You're jokin'."
"I'm not. I remember the night he asked me to be crew chief. It was horrifying. I needed at least ten cups of coffee just to relax. I remember Junior was comin' up fast on the right, and I told Lightning to get rid of him."
"In that case, I believe ya. I was at that race, and I saw ya there. It's not easy bein' a crew chief."
"You can say that again. So about this team?"
"A team with Dinoco as the sponsor, a billiards team. Thoughts?"
"Sounds good, but why'd you choose me? I'm just an ordinary car."
"Not with those shootin' skills you aren't. You're a part of the Dinoco billiards team!"
"Thank you, very much. I'm just not sure what you'll think of me sober."
"Won't matter, 'least as long as you can shoot like this."
"If you can believe it, I'm even worse drunk." Foxy replied, giving him a smile. She took a shot, and it scattered a small cluster.
Lightning rolled over and nudged her. "C'mon, Foxy, the club's about to close."
"Got it, Light. See ya, Mr. Dinoco."
"There ain't no need for that 'Mr.' business. Call me Tex. And I'll see ya back here in two nights!"
"Got it, Tex!"
How'd you like that?
The mystery car was Tex! Did anyone see it coming?
See you on Saturday!