In which Haley is very out of her element.

Oct 27, 2009 23:14

"What am I doing here?"

That was the question she had been asking herself since she had gotten to the makeshift track set up on one of the empty roads heading towards Indianapolis. She was a music major, for crying out loud. She was usually better found in a smokey club or a concert hall. Not about to witness drag racing on an abandoned airstrip. Motorcycles, maybe. Motorcycles were awesome. But she was from New York City. The streets were never clear enough to do this kind of thing.

She would admit that the cars were pretty but she really didn't see the appeal.

But that was besides the point. Right now, she was just trying to figure out why she was there. She was sure by the end of it she would have something resembling an answer. Jordan turned over to look at her before sighing slightly. "You're here because that dick made me drag you here. Personally, I would have been happy to leave you home."

"So why didn't you?"

"Because unfortunately the dick had a point. You need to get out more. And apparently this is what they do in Indiana."

"Fascinating," she said dryly as she settled into the crowd to watch. "If only I could actually see something."

[muse] haley flack, [muse] ben braedan

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