[Event Post]

[ogrewarrior]

A man sits on a park bench, holding his head. He looks like he might be walking off a three month bender of pitchers of gin, shame, and regret. There might have been some whiskey in there too. He rubs at his face as he stares up at the sun, winces, and looks back down. 

"...what... What the hell did I do?"

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[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, completely.

I mean, I could fix it, but it comes with the perk of not having to worry about a few silly things.

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"...Why ain't you fixed it yet? That's probably one of the best parts of being alive!"

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Because one of the things I don't have to worry about is mortality.

And that's a nice perk to have when you're, you know.

Driving around at high speeds while playing a card game for a world-class tournament. *he cricks his neck back slightly, but there's no crick sound*

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"...Wait, there's a tournament going on? That's... Interesting. World class, you say?"

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Yeah. The World Racing Grand Prix.

*he jabs a finger over to a nearby parked D-Wheel*

That's mine. My team's in the finals.

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"...Really? Shit, I missed EVERYTHING."

*He sighs.*

"Don't suppose there's still some room for a team?"

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Well, a bunch of people did get knocked out due to the whole mass robot attack.

But since things are still going on schedule, it's obviously not enough that there needs to be more teams.

That and it's the finals, you can't just cruise in.

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"I'm pretty sure I can. If I try hard enough."

*He reaches into his jacket and produces a cigarette*

"You smoke, Shian?"

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

I don't usually tend to, but it's not like it'd hurt if I go ahead and have one at the moment.

*takes it*

Drinking's my favorite vice anyway. Next to money.

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"You're a pretty excellent bastard, aren't you? Where do you usually hang out at?"

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Nowhere. I appear where I feel like is the most opportune of moments.

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"That's a pretty useful talent Mr. Alcohol Spirit. So, uh, you've got a pretty bitching deck then, don't you? If you're in the finals, right?"

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Of course I do. I don't lose, so obviously, it's a pretty damn good deck, now wouldn't you say?

*he shuffles through his pocket, before producing a metal lighter. Lights that cigarette*

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"Well, shit, I need to see if I'm still up to snuff. And what other way to try and test than take on some sorta champion?"

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Oh, so you want a duel?

Do you even have something to drive in, or do you just want to stand around and do it, ehh?

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"Meet me in front of my son's bar tonight, and I'll have a riding duel with you, Shian."

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Oh? Your son's bar?

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, the Flamvell Bar and Grill. The little jerk is becoming a fully fledged adult and not turning out like his old man. Don't tell him I'm proud though."

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

*... it takes him a good minute of thinking*

... Oh, yes. Now I remember.

I bought some really strong alcohol off of him, I think.

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"...It's pretty likely. We got a deal?"

[memoryistime.livejournal.com]

Sure, sure. I don't mind humoring you.