[Shelby playfully flips him off without turning around. She settles behind the wheel of her Cobra and is seamlessly tearing out of there without another word.
It will eventually become clear to him that they're headed to an actual racetrack. Whenever they get there, she'll step out of the car just waiting to gauge his reaction as she pulls the credentials out from under her polo shirt.]
[Shelby has to badge the gate so that they can get in. She doesn't really say anything about it until she's opening up the garage and there are actual IndyCars there. Changing her shirt and grabbing her things.]
It might not be as pretty as France, but it's home for me.
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Nice job splitting that SUV, though.
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Why thank you.
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Although if you're ever up for another street race I'd be all for showing you some actual competition.
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[Shelby has no shortage of swagger. Possibly too much of it, as she's leaning against her Cobra like she owns anything with wheels.]
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[A slow smirk forming.]
Frank.
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[A small smile.]
Only time I get to appreciate a man in a suit is at our year-end awards show and then I look like a goddamned Barbie doll.
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And I can't picture as a Barbie doll.
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And clearly you don't read the sports pages, Frank. I took a header in two-inch heels a couple of months ago into my new teammate.
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[Smug smirk.]
Do you want me to kick your ass now, or later? Either works for me. It's late over here and I've got energy to burn.
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[Smug smirking of his own.]
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[Shelby's smirk stayed on her face as she crossed to him and decided to use that tie as a handle.]
Although I do love seeing another professional around here.
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[Smirking looking down at her when she grabbed his tie.]
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[An impish smile.]
Why, you want to put a little wager on this?
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So which would you prefer?
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A real garage hmm? Let's see what that looks like.
[Though really where he keeps his cars is no slouch of a place.]
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[Shelby nonchalantly leans over through his driver's window and inputs the address into his GPS.
While her mun apologizes for her being both arrogant and a flirt.]
Loser has to bottom.
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Sounds like a win/win for me.
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It will eventually become clear to him that they're headed to an actual racetrack. Whenever they get there, she'll step out of the car just waiting to gauge his reaction as she pulls the credentials out from under her polo shirt.]
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It might not be as pretty as France, but it's home for me.
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[He leaned against his, he does prefer his own cars. He however knows a nice piece of work when he sees one.]
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[Shelby chuckles as she turns round.]
Shelby Manning, Team Penske. Nice to meet you. Seriously nice, I never get to play with real drivers.
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Nice, not my type of driving.
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[She chuckles and steps into him again.]
So, my place or yours? Or you can try driving the track but I have to warn you, nothing gets me hot faster than a guy that can drive.
I can browbeat my mun into setting something up. I'm already making her add you.
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See how hot it gets you.
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How partial are you to the backseat?
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