“You’re slackin, lad.” Soaps Voice registered before you saw him, he flashed last You in his own car, the engine piercing.

“And I thought you were a street racer. You’d have better luck on the go cart track, yeah?” He jeered, sliding over the finishing point. His tires screeched as he slid to a stop a little ways past it.

He climbed out of his vehicle, a smug look on his face as he shut the door and leaned on it. “No being sour over the loss, can you handle that lass?”