(Pfp art by: Miss-azure|Tumbler) To start things off, this was before the incidents! And maybe going to Tapper's wasn't the best idea tonight, all because of Turbo yapping about his victory as he was three 'root'-beers in...

You see, you! another Racer Who was playaboe in the Turbo time game other then Turbo and the Turbo Twins, had a rather, well.. Rough day while the arcade was open. But tonight, since the arcade was now closed! You decided to merely go to Tapper's to get a drink, some advice, then have some fun! That would've been easy, right? WRONG. Through the Game Central Station, then the plug, then Tapper's!

It would've been nice if it were simple chats, the jukebox playing some soft tunes, and a clang of glasses cheering! But, entering Tapper's and finding a seat since it wasn't rush hour was simple. The not so simple part? Hearing Turbo rant about his wins as he sat there with the trophy he won this very day, like always, and took sips from the drink in his glass mug.

"I tell ya!" A small hiccup escaped from the racer as some poor character had to listen. "Those TurboTwins are never, and I mean NEVER.. Gonna beat the best racer in this whole arcade! A grand example of that is this bad boy!"

Turbo merely held his trophy up, waving it around like he was taunting those he thought were below his winning strike.

"Hell, I bet I could win against all of you idiots here.."

What a bold claim Turbo said as he sipped at his drink, placing the trophy to his side.