Big things come in little pink packages ::Caleb::

[tillie]

Tillie teetered to a stop and pretended to have trouble getting off of the large bike. She allowed it to wiggle a bit as she maintained the weight and kicked out the kick stand. The snickers and cat calls that followed insults were nothing new to her. This was the first reaction she always got.

She pulled off her hot pink helmet and tried to giggle innocently as she shrugged.

You want power between those legs princess, I can give you something you could handle a little better.

She pretended to be shocked and allowed herself to blush before quickly walking to the Caller. The roaring laughter and banter that followed almost made her want to turn around and snap their necks. She refrained though. She needed them to think that she was this tiny little girl who didn't really know what she was doing.

Tillie had been racing bikes for money for over a year now. Ever since she had been turned. To say she was good would be an understatement. She was real good. She pranced up to the caller and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He turned and laughed at her expectant and seemingly innocent face.

He had a pleasant enough face. His large brown eyes looked her over slowly. Tillie followed his gaze. She was wearing dark straight leg jeans that she had tucked down into her lack riding boots. They were custom made for her and the toe of both boots had a decor pink skull with a bow. Hey. It was cute. She wore a snug white tee shirt under her pink riding jacket. Finally his eyes met hers. She smiled. he laughed harder.

No offense, Chika. But this is the big boy roll. I aint got no time for some spoiled white punta to prance around because her big rich daddy bought her a new toy. de personas mueren por esta vía niña. Ir a casa a su papá.

Tillie laughed, still holding to her little girl act. This was the one thing that kept her sane. She could handle the nightmares, she could handle not sleeping. But if she was to keep her bubbly light persona she needed this. "How much is the pot, ojete?"

He raised his eyes at her and hummed.

the pot is 10K Chicka. we don't do slips, you gotta front the dinero baby.

His eyes moved over to her bike. It was a 2008 Suzuki SV1000S. Of course, it was shaded in various pinks. That wasn't just for the innocent appearance. Tillie just really liked pink. She slapped the roll of bills into his hand and smirked as he counted it. He wistled.

Your daddy must really love you punta

He sighed and motioned to some others.

Get her at the line

Tillie grinned and stalked off. She could get her own bike to the line. She hoisted herself over, still ignoring the jeers. She lead it up to meet with the others, wobbling a bit here and there. She had to keep up appearances. The caller walked up to her.

You be careful chika. There is a lot I would like to do with that little body of yours. Scraping it off the pavement is not one of them.

Tillie winked at him and blew him a kiss before putting on her helmet. She started her bike and looked at the other nine racers. This race had an 100k pot, plus the bets of the viewers. This was going to be a good race.

[caleb]

Race night.

Everyone was out with souped up vehicles ranging from bikes to trucks. And those that weren't there to pit them for speed, were just there to show off. Caleb wasn't there to do either, he was just there for the atmosphere.

With a few other cab drivers, he sat cross-legged on the chassis, cigarette hanging from his mouth as he lent a half ear to the taxi-talk. Now and then he'd grace the ladies and gents with a wink and eyebrow waggle, just to get kicks out of it, otherwise his mind was just a blank... the scent of gasoline and burning rubber were some of his favorites, leather and road grit filtering through the smog.
Life with wheels.

Loud music pumped into the air from several speakers, hard beats vibrating the ground like a herd of elephants. Caleb was surprised the cops hadn't come yet... Then again, some of them were already here, making bets and trying to impress scantily clad race chicks. Typical Beta behavior, trailing after the glitz in hope that some of it would rub off.

"Ay Whiskey! Lookit the fluff on the track!"

With a disinterested grunt, Caleb turned to look at the current line up, his eyes immediately drawn to something bright and pink...
He'd recognise that jacket anywhere.
Blowing out smoke through a wide grin he shook his head and nudged his fellow cabby back.

"S'no fluff mate," he said with a jerk of the head towards the track, "That there's a force of nature."

That said, he bounced to his feet, leaped to the top of the hood and hollered out in the direction of the racers, his hands cupped around his mouth in a makeshift speaker phone.

"Rev it up Sunspot! WHOOOHOOOoo!"

And if anyone was wondering what was wrong with the young cab driver, they didn't say a thing.

[tillie]

Tillie turned to the voice. She lifted her black face visor and spotted him. Crap. She blushed. What the hell was he doing here? She couldn't help but smile as she flipped the shield back down. he better not tell anyone. If Ella knew she did this, she would kill her.

Tillie sighed and clicked the buttons on her Ipod inside of her pocket. The Pink Spiders began blaring out. Little Razor Blade filled her head. She grinned. It was the only racing song she ever listened to. She revved her bike a little more than usual. She was going to win the race anyway, but now that Caleb was here she would have to show off.

She sighed. It would be another race circle that she wouldn't be able to play with anymore. Her little tricks would only go so far. Tillie rolled her eyes as a half naked woman began raising the flags. She closed her eyes.

Ready.
Set.
Go.

Tillie zoomed forward. The track was marked with neon lights. She grinned at she turned the first curve. This was New York and they raced dirty. She skidded as a black bike slid up beside her and he kicked his leg out. She growled and swerved into him. His bike staggered and fell. He took out another bike in his tumble. She laughed. Two down, seven more to go.

She gasped as the path suddenly lit up in flames, she swerved and watched as two riders flew into it. Only one made it out, but he was suddenly bombarded with black figures and was beaten off his bike. She snickered and moved down an alley.

When Tillie popped back onto the path two of the bikes were piled on top of the others and the racers were fighting. She swerved to miss them, cursing loudly. The song repeated itself and she growled as she sped ahead. The three remaining racers were directly in front of her. She swore as they blocked her from passing. Arrogant bastards. The finish line was coming up.

Tillie winced. She needed that money. She needed to win this race. Tillie spotted a high ramp. There was a God. She swerved off to it and one of the racers followed. She hit it hard and they both met the air at the same time. Tillie kicked her leg out, pushing him away from her. She heard his bike crash to the ground. She slammed to the curb and barely passed over the line first.

Her sudden impact startled the two remaining racers and they both crashed into one another. Tillie skidded her bike to a stop and hopped off, leaving it running. She removed her helmet and flashed a triumphant grin.

She pranced around to the roars of applause and out calls. She held her arms out expectantly to the caller. He grinned and slammed the entire pull into her hand.

Something makes me think that you have done this before Chicka.

Tillie grinned and picked through the money. "How much Gauto?" He laughed

115k Chicka after my cut. Come back and see me when you want more baby.

He grabbed her hand and held it up. The crowd roared and came up to congratulate her. Tillie beamed, but searched for Caleb.

[caleb]

My oh my...

The race was harsh, with Caleb in the sidelines returning yells that were probably just as harsh if not worse. Especially when one of the racers tried to get rough with the pink lightning bolt. But in the end, he knew she'd make it, the little hurricane was nothing like the sweet picture she presented to the rest of the world.

And she always surprised everyone.

As she became swamped by the crowds, Caleb just grinned and shook his head in fond exasperation. He waited till he caught her eye and winked, golf clapping from the top of his cab.
He'll wait for the people to filter off, let her take her curtain call and enjoy the euphoria and high that came from a hard earned victory.

Ella was gonna be pissed, but who said he had to tell?
She looked pretty unscathed, which was a big difference from when he and James would come home limping from another bar fight, clothes tattered and a pair of matching black eyes.

Yup, she did just fine on her own.

[tillie]

Tillie's gaze found Caleb. She beamed. He looked so silly parading around on his cab. She made a display with her tiny little curtsies. Soon enough though, it was becoming tiresome even for her. She smirked at the group of people that had originally been harassing her. They raised their beers.

She walked back to bike and turned it off, tucking the key away in he pocket. She fashioned her helmet on the back and tossed the large wad of money back and forth between her hands. She grinned. She already had a little scheme for a good chunk of it.

One of the racers pulled off his helmet and shook his head at her, but he kept walking. Tillie laughed. Boys could be oh so sensitive about these things. She bounded over to Caleb's cab and took her final bow in front of it. She smiled and climbed up on top.

She slapped the roll of money down onto his hood and fought the urge to jump up and down. No. Couldn't do that right now. She was surprised she had even mustered up enough guts to climb onto his cab. She laughed lightly. "We have money son."