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At the prospect of going back to their trailers, Ellie shrugged and figured that wouldn't be such a bad idea. The sooner they got their shit packed, the better. It was a hassle to do, but there was an honor in doing everything with her own hands. She could have very easily gotten some assistants to do it for her, and all she had to do was to make a gesture and they'd come running in. That wasn't the case. Ellie and Seb had made it a point that they do everything themselves. Packing, rigging, and all the sorts. The only thing they'd let be in the hands of other people were safety precautions. They would allow officials to inspect their gear just in case, made legal matters easier and added an extra sense of security for the professional content-makers. What they did was bat-shit crazy, safety was not something that would be taken lightly in this line of business.
"Let's get outta here, yeah?" Ellie gestured, as she held her parachute in her arms and walked off the LZ. She found a wide open space behind the stage that looked like a good place to pack her parachute. She knew she could've just ditched that one and allowed workers to provide a replacement, but Ellie wanted to keep this parachute pack as a memory. She laid out the parachute on the ground and began the rather tedious procedure to pack everything properly. It had taken many repetitions to perfect the craft of parachute packing, but once she had it down, she had it down. It was like clockwork as she folded the pack, providing slack and whatnot as she progressed further and further. Why out here? It was the perfect space to do so. Better to get it out of the way now than to waste some time later at their living quarters. She wanted to get out there and mingle. This location was an excellent place to promote the channels she and Seb had. It seemed kinda scummy, but it was business.
A long process later, and Ellie was holding her pack in her arms, slinging it on her back like a backpack, her little flight suit still on as she started to walk back to their caravan. She was told that they would have a decently sized one, not one of those super cramped ones but one that they could probably live out of for a long time if they needed to. "I'm so glad that's done and over with." Ellie chuckled as she shuffled on the alternate path towards the caravan area. There was one primary path everyone took, but for people like Ellie and Seb, they were made aware of another path just so they could have a heckle-free walk back to their temporary home. The caravan had a number on it, one that matched up with the number they were sent earlier. "I guess this is home for now." Ellie smirked, as she grabbed onto the door handle and opened it up.
The door revealed a roomier-than-expected caravan, and the officials took the time to really make things nice for their special guests. There was a bottle of really nice champagne all gift wrapped with a gold ribbon and whatnot. In front of it was a piece of paper, with a greeting personally written by the event organizer, thanking them for their time and efforts. At the very bottom of the piece of paper, there were two golden wristbands. They were to signify an individual's access level at this festival. Gold meant "very, very, VERY important person". Only top names and people that impressed at today's rallycross events were given this wristband. Ellie took the wristbands, handing one to her boyfriend before walking further down the caravan to explore a bit more. A glimpse at the bed showed that the shoes and jacket Ellie wore earlier had made their way back. Another nice touch by the organizers for sure. Ellie placed her pack by their bed, before commencing the removal of the jumpsuit. In just a blink Ellie was in nothing but the shorts and tank-top she was wearing back at the hangar. Her socked feet was planted on the ground as she reached for her very light gray shoes, slipping them on as Ellie looked up at Seb.
"You think you can make it to the bar? As soon as I'm done here, I'm going down there. I think we both deserve a drink or nineteen." Ellie chuckled as her shoes finally slipped on her feet. The Scottish-Canadian woman stepped back out to the front of the caravan, looking back at Seb. Ellie took the golden wristband and started to apply it on her wrist, "If you're ready, let's come on then. If not... I'll see you there." Ellie smirked, before she disappeared through the open door of the caravan, making her way to the booth that served alcohol.
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A skeptical Kimberly cocked an eyebrow as Ross said he'd come with her outside. As Ross would get ready, she figured that she'd take the time to get her makeup done. She took her makeup bag and sat in front of a nearby mirror, starting the process as her husband would go get ready. He was all concussed and stuff, but someway somehow he had the balls to persist and have a good time. That was one of the major factors of why she loved her husband so much. Nothing could stop him if he put his mind to something. Kimberly certainly couldn't, not like she wanted to anyway. As she finished up her eyeliner, she cleared her throat and started on the other parts of putting on her face. She wanted to look presentable for the party right now, and the other party later that night. Basing on the music, the party was only surging with more and more energy. Which was good, just the way Kimberly liked it.
Just as Kimberly had finished putting on her makeup, Ross had finished getting ready as well. She knew he knew how long she took to put on her face. She didn't really like going outside without her makeup on. It made her feel a lot better about herself. She turned around, getting up to hold her husband by the waist and planting a kiss on his cheek. "I think it's about time we had some non-car fun." Kimberly joked, knowing that she and Ross rightfully deserved some time together outside of being around cars. Just as the two were about to depart, an official came by with an envelope with the couple's names written on it. Kimberly thanked the official before taking the envelope and opening it.
"Hey, what do you know? Gold wristbands!" Kimberly beamed, her smile getting wider as she handed the other wristband to her husband. Putting it on quickly, it reminded her of something akin to Coachella. "Gold's a good color on me, huh?" Kimberly joked, before gesturing outside the door. "Come on baby, let's get you something to drink."
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After a rather rigorous race involving the best rallycross drivers that bothered to show up at Lydden Hill, Regina had managed to claw her way to a respectable second place. It wasn't first, but at least it wasn't third either. The drive back had been a very pleasant one as Regina knew that she and Ryan had made it to the second round. That Graham driver took first as expected. Gina was hoping she'd have a chance at redemption the next heat. To beat out the heavy favorite and pull off the upset. But now... now was the chance for them to just unwind and relax at the party tonight. Gina clambered out of her race suit and was wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt of some sorts. Thermals weren't really necessary at the moment, and it seemed like Ryan had the same idea.
The formal party was going to be starting soon, so Regina knew that the priority was to visit Ross first. Ryan must've read her mind, as he offered up the idea. "I think they're at their caravan. If not, they've probably been whisked away by the party." Regina said, as she gestured for Ryan to follow her to their caravan. "Come on now! The sooner the better!" The Chinese driver said with a slight sense of urgency. She wanted to see how Ross was, how he was doing after being KOed.
The two had made it to the temporary Rossi-Hartley residence. Judging how the lights weren't exactly on, Regina glanced inside the window and saw no signs of movement or life inside the building. She turned around to Ryan and shrugged. "I guess they've been whisked away by the party. Ah well... I'm gonna get myself a virgin Cuba Libre." Regina turned to start walking towards the main life of the party, hoping her partner would follow.
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Kimberly had arrived at the bar, weaving her way through the crowd to make her way there. It wasn't as populated as the party outside, but it was still somewhat of a hassle to make her way there. At last, she was at the bar and ready to get a drink. She wasn't too sure where her husband had gone, but she figured he'd make his way back somehow. She leaned against the counter, her arms pressing on top of the wood and watching the female bartender address the customers ahead of her before she finally got to Kimberly. Looking at the prices... it seemed like they followed the trend of overcharging for drinks. It ranged from £9 to straight up £100 for a lot of the drinks. Kimberly didn't exactly desire to burn a hole in her pocket so she looked at the popular drinks board. Luckily one of Kimberly's favorites was on the board. The bartender put her hands on the counter in front of her and propped herself up, listening for Kimberly's request.
"Hi! I'll have a Dirty Shirley, please." Kimberly asked. The concoction made of Sprite, grenadine syrup, and vodka was always a staple in Kimberly's alcohol tastes. It often ranged from a simple beer, to some heavy shit like absinthe. As she was about to pull out her wallet to pay for the drink, the bartender noticed Kimberly's golden wristband and put a hand out to gesture her to stop. "Gold wristband means you don't have to pay anything. It's on the management." She said as she prepared the components that went into making such a drink. Suddenly, the bartender's attention shifted to someone who had just pulled up to Kimberly's left.
"Hello, you guys wouldn't happen to serve a Dirty Shirley here, do ya?" A feminine, Scottish accented voice requested, as she wrote down the order. "Yeah we do. Since you've got the golden wristband too, you don't have to pay." The bartender replied, before she started to get to work on the drinks. Kimberly was intrigued by this woman, who just happened to order the same exact drink with the same level of wristband she had. Kimberly watched the bartender momentarily before she glanced over.
On first glance, the woman was definitely taller than her. About an inch or so. She had strikingly blonde hair and skin just as pale as her own. A closer look would show that she had deep, brown eyes. Kinda like Ross's. Her cheeks were cute, but the attire of the woman next to her showed that she wasn't exactly one of those high level people that one would usually expect. Kimberly had no idea what this woman was here for, but she had to introduce herself. It wasn't that often that a woman with the same level wristband order the same exact thing that you had just ordered.
"I like your taste in drinks." Kimberly joked as she turned to the woman next to her. The lady next to her turned to Kimberly. As soon as she laid eyes on Kimberly, she saw a brunette, a brunette with piercing blue eyes and skin as pale as snow. Her hair was voluminous and wavy, and she had quite the figure. It was a figure many people would practically die for to obtain. The lady smiled back and laughed. Based on her accent (or lack of), she was definitely American. But why, why did she also have a gold wristband? Americans usually never went to these things. It was like seeing a white tiger in the wild.
"Yours isn't too bad yourself." The lady replied, propping her elbow on the table, before extending her right hand to the girl who had stricken a conversation with her, "I'm Ellie, Ellie Dorian."
Kimberly reached her hand out to shake Ellie's hand, returning with a firm grip, "Pleasure to meet you, Ellie. I'm Kimberly. Kimberly Rossi-Hartley."
As Ellie heard the hyphenated name, she glanced at her left hand and saw a ring exactly where she expected it to be. Married woman. Something about her last name, specifically the latter half of it, tugged at something within her. She wasn't sure why, but she was sure that she had definitely heard the last name Hartley before. Could it have been? Maybe. She wasn't too sure. It had been far too long. "Same goes for you, Mrs. Rossi-Hartley."
Kimberly smiled, before leaning further on the bar, "So what brings you to a place like this, Ms. Gold Wristband?" Kimberly gestured at the wristband on Ellie's left wrist, which Ellie promptly held with her other hand. "The organizers called me and my partner for a stunt, and in return they gave us these so that we could use them for this and whatever events they'll deem it eligible." Ellie smiled, "What about you?"
Kimberly shrugged, "My husband and his racing driver friends dragged me over here to compete. Since I took first place and he took second, I guess the organizers were impressed with the performance and gave us these. We were about to just roam around before someone came over and gave us these things." Kimberly sighed, "I'm loving it so far."
Before the conversation could continue, two Dirty Shirleys were placed in front of the ladies, both of them picking them up promptly and taking sips. Ellie was first to speak up again, "Your husband, you say? Where is he anyway?" Ellie asked curiously.
Kimberly shrugged again, taking the straw in her drink and stirring it casually, "I have no idea. I'm guessing he's lost somewhere. He should find me eventually." Kimberly quickly pulled out her phone, feeling some vibration of sort, but it was just a text from her little sister. "Ah, when he gets here he'll get here. I think you two would get along." Kimberly commented, hoping that wasn't a bit too presumptuous. "So what kind of stunt did you and your partner do?"
Ellie shook her head and waved it off, "We just parachuted onto that big LZ, smoke trails flowing behind us and whatnot." Gears turned in Kimberly's head and she had just figured out why Ellie had the gold wristband. A big stunt like that definitely deserved payment like that. "Really? That's so cool!"
Ellie blushed slightly, "All in a day's work. We do this stuff all the time, recording stuff for our YouTube channel and whatnot." Kimberly was even more surprised. She was also a content producer? She liked Ellie more and more, "My little sister's super into that stuff. That's freaking awesome!" Kimberly beamed. Before they knew it, Kimberly and Ellie were hitting it off like two peas in a pod, forgetting where exactly her husband was in the process.
At the prospect of going back to their trailers, Ellie shrugged and figured that wouldn't be such a bad idea. The sooner they got their shit packed, the better. It was a hassle to do, but there was an honor in doing everything with her own hands. She could have very easily gotten some assistants to do it for her, and all she had to do was to make a gesture and they'd come running in. That wasn't the case. Ellie and Seb had made it a point that they do everything themselves. Packing, rigging, and all the sorts. The only thing they'd let be in the hands of other people were safety precautions. They would allow officials to inspect their gear just in case, made legal matters easier and added an extra sense of security for the professional content-makers. What they did was bat-shit crazy, safety was not something that would be taken lightly in this line of business.
"Let's get outta here, yeah?" Ellie gestured, as she held her parachute in her arms and walked off the LZ. She found a wide open space behind the stage that looked like a good place to pack her parachute. She knew she could've just ditched that one and allowed workers to provide a replacement, but Ellie wanted to keep this parachute pack as a memory. She laid out the parachute on the ground and began the rather tedious procedure to pack everything properly. It had taken many repetitions to perfect the craft of parachute packing, but once she had it down, she had it down. It was like clockwork as she folded the pack, providing slack and whatnot as she progressed further and further. Why out here? It was the perfect space to do so. Better to get it out of the way now than to waste some time later at their living quarters. She wanted to get out there and mingle. This location was an excellent place to promote the channels she and Seb had. It seemed kinda scummy, but it was business.
A long process later, and Ellie was holding her pack in her arms, slinging it on her back like a backpack, her little flight suit still on as she started to walk back to their caravan. She was told that they would have a decently sized one, not one of those super cramped ones but one that they could probably live out of for a long time if they needed to. "I'm so glad that's done and over with." Ellie chuckled as she shuffled on the alternate path towards the caravan area. There was one primary path everyone took, but for people like Ellie and Seb, they were made aware of another path just so they could have a heckle-free walk back to their temporary home. The caravan had a number on it, one that matched up with the number they were sent earlier. "I guess this is home for now." Ellie smirked, as she grabbed onto the door handle and opened it up.
The door revealed a roomier-than-expected caravan, and the officials took the time to really make things nice for their special guests. There was a bottle of really nice champagne all gift wrapped with a gold ribbon and whatnot. In front of it was a piece of paper, with a greeting personally written by the event organizer, thanking them for their time and efforts. At the very bottom of the piece of paper, there were two golden wristbands. They were to signify an individual's access level at this festival. Gold meant "very, very, VERY important person". Only top names and people that impressed at today's rallycross events were given this wristband. Ellie took the wristbands, handing one to her boyfriend before walking further down the caravan to explore a bit more. A glimpse at the bed showed that the shoes and jacket Ellie wore earlier had made their way back. Another nice touch by the organizers for sure. Ellie placed her pack by their bed, before commencing the removal of the jumpsuit. In just a blink Ellie was in nothing but the shorts and tank-top she was wearing back at the hangar. Her socked feet was planted on the ground as she reached for her very light gray shoes, slipping them on as Ellie looked up at Seb.
"You think you can make it to the bar? As soon as I'm done here, I'm going down there. I think we both deserve a drink or nineteen." Ellie chuckled as her shoes finally slipped on her feet. The Scottish-Canadian woman stepped back out to the front of the caravan, looking back at Seb. Ellie took the golden wristband and started to apply it on her wrist, "If you're ready, let's come on then. If not... I'll see you there." Ellie smirked, before she disappeared through the open door of the caravan, making her way to the booth that served alcohol.
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A skeptical Kimberly cocked an eyebrow as Ross said he'd come with her outside. As Ross would get ready, she figured that she'd take the time to get her makeup done. She took her makeup bag and sat in front of a nearby mirror, starting the process as her husband would go get ready. He was all concussed and stuff, but someway somehow he had the balls to persist and have a good time. That was one of the major factors of why she loved her husband so much. Nothing could stop him if he put his mind to something. Kimberly certainly couldn't, not like she wanted to anyway. As she finished up her eyeliner, she cleared her throat and started on the other parts of putting on her face. She wanted to look presentable for the party right now, and the other party later that night. Basing on the music, the party was only surging with more and more energy. Which was good, just the way Kimberly liked it.
Just as Kimberly had finished putting on her makeup, Ross had finished getting ready as well. She knew he knew how long she took to put on her face. She didn't really like going outside without her makeup on. It made her feel a lot better about herself. She turned around, getting up to hold her husband by the waist and planting a kiss on his cheek. "I think it's about time we had some non-car fun." Kimberly joked, knowing that she and Ross rightfully deserved some time together outside of being around cars. Just as the two were about to depart, an official came by with an envelope with the couple's names written on it. Kimberly thanked the official before taking the envelope and opening it.
"Hey, what do you know? Gold wristbands!" Kimberly beamed, her smile getting wider as she handed the other wristband to her husband. Putting it on quickly, it reminded her of something akin to Coachella. "Gold's a good color on me, huh?" Kimberly joked, before gesturing outside the door. "Come on baby, let's get you something to drink."
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After a rather rigorous race involving the best rallycross drivers that bothered to show up at Lydden Hill, Regina had managed to claw her way to a respectable second place. It wasn't first, but at least it wasn't third either. The drive back had been a very pleasant one as Regina knew that she and Ryan had made it to the second round. That Graham driver took first as expected. Gina was hoping she'd have a chance at redemption the next heat. To beat out the heavy favorite and pull off the upset. But now... now was the chance for them to just unwind and relax at the party tonight. Gina clambered out of her race suit and was wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt of some sorts. Thermals weren't really necessary at the moment, and it seemed like Ryan had the same idea.
The formal party was going to be starting soon, so Regina knew that the priority was to visit Ross first. Ryan must've read her mind, as he offered up the idea. "I think they're at their caravan. If not, they've probably been whisked away by the party." Regina said, as she gestured for Ryan to follow her to their caravan. "Come on now! The sooner the better!" The Chinese driver said with a slight sense of urgency. She wanted to see how Ross was, how he was doing after being KOed.
The two had made it to the temporary Rossi-Hartley residence. Judging how the lights weren't exactly on, Regina glanced inside the window and saw no signs of movement or life inside the building. She turned around to Ryan and shrugged. "I guess they've been whisked away by the party. Ah well... I'm gonna get myself a virgin Cuba Libre." Regina turned to start walking towards the main life of the party, hoping her partner would follow.
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Kimberly had arrived at the bar, weaving her way through the crowd to make her way there. It wasn't as populated as the party outside, but it was still somewhat of a hassle to make her way there. At last, she was at the bar and ready to get a drink. She wasn't too sure where her husband had gone, but she figured he'd make his way back somehow. She leaned against the counter, her arms pressing on top of the wood and watching the female bartender address the customers ahead of her before she finally got to Kimberly. Looking at the prices... it seemed like they followed the trend of overcharging for drinks. It ranged from £9 to straight up £100 for a lot of the drinks. Kimberly didn't exactly desire to burn a hole in her pocket so she looked at the popular drinks board. Luckily one of Kimberly's favorites was on the board. The bartender put her hands on the counter in front of her and propped herself up, listening for Kimberly's request.
"Hi! I'll have a Dirty Shirley, please." Kimberly asked. The concoction made of Sprite, grenadine syrup, and vodka was always a staple in Kimberly's alcohol tastes. It often ranged from a simple beer, to some heavy shit like absinthe. As she was about to pull out her wallet to pay for the drink, the bartender noticed Kimberly's golden wristband and put a hand out to gesture her to stop. "Gold wristband means you don't have to pay anything. It's on the management." She said as she prepared the components that went into making such a drink. Suddenly, the bartender's attention shifted to someone who had just pulled up to Kimberly's left.
"Hello, you guys wouldn't happen to serve a Dirty Shirley here, do ya?" A feminine, Scottish accented voice requested, as she wrote down the order. "Yeah we do. Since you've got the golden wristband too, you don't have to pay." The bartender replied, before she started to get to work on the drinks. Kimberly was intrigued by this woman, who just happened to order the same exact drink with the same level of wristband she had. Kimberly watched the bartender momentarily before she glanced over.
On first glance, the woman was definitely taller than her. About an inch or so. She had strikingly blonde hair and skin just as pale as her own. A closer look would show that she had deep, brown eyes. Kinda like Ross's. Her cheeks were cute, but the attire of the woman next to her showed that she wasn't exactly one of those high level people that one would usually expect. Kimberly had no idea what this woman was here for, but she had to introduce herself. It wasn't that often that a woman with the same level wristband order the same exact thing that you had just ordered.
"I like your taste in drinks." Kimberly joked as she turned to the woman next to her. The lady next to her turned to Kimberly. As soon as she laid eyes on Kimberly, she saw a brunette, a brunette with piercing blue eyes and skin as pale as snow. Her hair was voluminous and wavy, and she had quite the figure. It was a figure many people would practically die for to obtain. The lady smiled back and laughed. Based on her accent (or lack of), she was definitely American. But why, why did she also have a gold wristband? Americans usually never went to these things. It was like seeing a white tiger in the wild.
"Yours isn't too bad yourself." The lady replied, propping her elbow on the table, before extending her right hand to the girl who had stricken a conversation with her, "I'm Ellie, Ellie Dorian."
Kimberly reached her hand out to shake Ellie's hand, returning with a firm grip, "Pleasure to meet you, Ellie. I'm Kimberly. Kimberly Rossi-Hartley."
As Ellie heard the hyphenated name, she glanced at her left hand and saw a ring exactly where she expected it to be. Married woman. Something about her last name, specifically the latter half of it, tugged at something within her. She wasn't sure why, but she was sure that she had definitely heard the last name Hartley before. Could it have been? Maybe. She wasn't too sure. It had been far too long. "Same goes for you, Mrs. Rossi-Hartley."
Kimberly smiled, before leaning further on the bar, "So what brings you to a place like this, Ms. Gold Wristband?" Kimberly gestured at the wristband on Ellie's left wrist, which Ellie promptly held with her other hand. "The organizers called me and my partner for a stunt, and in return they gave us these so that we could use them for this and whatever events they'll deem it eligible." Ellie smiled, "What about you?"
Kimberly shrugged, "My husband and his racing driver friends dragged me over here to compete. Since I took first place and he took second, I guess the organizers were impressed with the performance and gave us these. We were about to just roam around before someone came over and gave us these things." Kimberly sighed, "I'm loving it so far."
Before the conversation could continue, two Dirty Shirleys were placed in front of the ladies, both of them picking them up promptly and taking sips. Ellie was first to speak up again, "Your husband, you say? Where is he anyway?" Ellie asked curiously.
Kimberly shrugged again, taking the straw in her drink and stirring it casually, "I have no idea. I'm guessing he's lost somewhere. He should find me eventually." Kimberly quickly pulled out her phone, feeling some vibration of sort, but it was just a text from her little sister. "Ah, when he gets here he'll get here. I think you two would get along." Kimberly commented, hoping that wasn't a bit too presumptuous. "So what kind of stunt did you and your partner do?"
Ellie shook her head and waved it off, "We just parachuted onto that big LZ, smoke trails flowing behind us and whatnot." Gears turned in Kimberly's head and she had just figured out why Ellie had the gold wristband. A big stunt like that definitely deserved payment like that. "Really? That's so cool!"
Ellie blushed slightly, "All in a day's work. We do this stuff all the time, recording stuff for our YouTube channel and whatnot." Kimberly was even more surprised. She was also a content producer? She liked Ellie more and more, "My little sister's super into that stuff. That's freaking awesome!" Kimberly beamed. Before they knew it, Kimberly and Ellie were hitting it off like two peas in a pod, forgetting where exactly her husband was in the process.
