[color=6ecff6]"Ooh!"[/color]
[color=fff79a]"Whazzat, Suzie-Lee?"[/color], the blonde asked, turning to face the direction her best friend was looking.
[color=6ecff6]"We got us a tussle, Betty-Ann! He's gettin' ready to work that boy over real good, too."[/color]

Betty-Ann pushed up her sunglasses and pursed her lips thoughfully, watching as Rock Eagle and his partners enacted some bonafide American justice on some sap mechanic.

[color=fff79a]"Looks like he's jus' yellin', Suzie-Lee"[/color]
[color=6ecff6]"Naw, he's gon' keep goin'. Lookit, he's all tense."[/color]

The pair watched intently as Rock Eagle continued to chew the mechanic out. Something about blackmail.

[color=6ecff6]"I wanna fuck 'im, Betty-Ann."[/color]
[color=fff79a]"You wanna fuck everyone."[/color]

Betty-Ann popped open the plastic cooler she'd been using as a footrest.

[color=fff79a]"Wanna beer?"[/color]
[color=6ecff6]"Sure."[/color]

Betty-Ann tugged two cans of cheap lager free from the ice, passing one off to her friend. She watched the trio lay into the mechanic a little more. Lordy, what a dumbfuck. Did he think people wanted him touching their babies? Most of these racers had mean streaks a mile long- or about three kilometers, if you used them dirty European measurements. Point was, if you couldn't take care of your own car to begin with, you'd be out of the race before it started. Nobody needed a mechanic here.

[color=fff79a]"Speakin' a which-"[/color]
[color=6ecff6]"Speakin' a what?"[/color]
[color=fff79a]"I'm gettin' there, Suzie-Lee, dun rush me."[/color]
[color=6ecff6]"Ya can't say 'speakin' a which' when ya ain't talkin' ta begin with, Betty-Ann. Don't work like that."[/color]
[color=fff79a]"Well now I's speakin', so you hush and lemme finish."[/color]
[color=6ecff6]"Shoot."[/color]
[color=fff79a]"Why's they hire them mechanics anyway?"[/color]
[color=6ecff6]"I reckon 's one a' them race fixin' schemes, like they's have an official come in and bang them fancy cars up so's they don't got no unfair advantage."[/color]
[color=fff79a]"Could be, Suzie-Lee. We's gon' have ta give our baby a ten point inspection when we get back ta that there garage."[/color]
[color=6ecff6]"Dun' you worry 'bout that, Betty-Ann. I rigged me up a little surprise for anyone comes ta fiddle with it."[/color]
[color=fff79a]"I'm gonna hold ya that that."[/color]
[color=6ecff6]"See that ya do."[/color]