He finishes making adjustments, the only evidence of driving he’ll leave behind for a sober Mine tomorrow, and starts the Lamborghini. There’s a smooth hum of engine to follow, one that he knows and likes. The car is worth more than some of the guys left behind in the restaurant.
He backs out, tries to. Brakes stutter when he’s not in reverse. There’s a look on Nishikiyama’s face when he holds his hand up (he doesn’t want Mine’s commentary) and corrects the mistake. The steering wheel spins. He puts the vehicle in the proper gear and pulls out of the parking spot as originally intended. But then he parks in the middle of the lot.
Eyes moving from the rearview mirror to the console, he pokes at the buttons that make the most sense to try and start the radio. The windows on either side of both of them roll lower, and some Nishikiyama Family members now going home whistle and hoot through the gaps at them.
There’s something more pressing on his mind, though. Before he can let them onto the road, the lighter Mine thinks he’d lost is revealed to be in Nishikiyama’s possession. It licks the tip of a cigarette, and he blows a fat cloud of smoke out at some of his men before grinning and offering Mine the box of remainders. ]
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Date: 2024-01-17 01:49 pm (UTC)He finishes making adjustments, the only evidence of driving he’ll leave behind for a sober Mine tomorrow, and starts the Lamborghini. There’s a smooth hum of engine to follow, one that he knows and likes. The car is worth more than some of the guys left behind in the restaurant.
He backs out, tries to. Brakes stutter when he’s not in reverse. There’s a look on Nishikiyama’s face when he holds his hand up (he doesn’t want Mine’s commentary) and corrects the mistake. The steering wheel spins. He puts the vehicle in the proper gear and pulls out of the parking spot as originally intended. But then he parks in the middle of the lot.
Eyes moving from the rearview mirror to the console, he pokes at the buttons that make the most sense to try and start the radio. The windows on either side of both of them roll lower, and some Nishikiyama Family members now going home whistle and hoot through the gaps at them.
There’s something more pressing on his mind, though. Before he can let them onto the road, the lighter Mine thinks he’d lost is revealed to be in Nishikiyama’s possession. It licks the tip of a cigarette, and he blows a fat cloud of smoke out at some of his men before grinning and offering Mine the box of remainders. ]
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