What did you Expect?

A dry negroni

Jenny's POV
Morimoto where looking at me thru the window on his car. He drove a gold Nissan Fairlady Z33. It looked ok. A bit cheap though. It may look cheap but under that hood. His car would look good in my custody. It just needed renovating and a fresh stroke of paint. I looked at the people standing around us. Most of them where filming the race about to happen. I took my rectangle sunglasses on and smirked at the boy. He laughed back and said something in Japanese that made people around him laugh. Han where standing with his arms crossed looking at me next to Twinkie. Then neela started walking towards us. She stopped in the middle of us. She looked at me, smiling. Then she raised her hands in the air, "Ichi ni tsuite yo ̄ idon"

Han's POV
She looked at me while neela walked in the middle of her and Morimoto. Im goning to have to peel her of the wall. Damn her, and damn him for letting her speak to dk. Damn that big mouth of hers. If her stunning body didn't catch peoples attention her mouth did. She wore a blue leather outfit and she looked hot. Like really really hot. She had every guy staring at her. Her legs where long and smooth. Her entire not much of her where left out to the imagination. The things he wanted to do to her, or with her. I wanted to cover her exposed body in my jacket and Cary her to my bed the minute I saw her. But now, she here racing Morimoto, and would most likely have the same outcome as Sean did first time racing in Tokyo. Then neela dropped down signalising that the race begun. The cars sped of leaving smoke. The first swing came dangerously close to her. He could barely bring himself to watch. But to his surprise she drifted perfectly past Morimoto. He had never seen anyone drift that smooth, that calm and that controlled before. She drift's with ease, like she where in her element. The world around him stopped "I think I'm in love" I mumbled to myself, while jenny continued to drift so perfect and the others started running towards the elevators.

The elevator was packed and people ran out as soon as the doors opened. I for once actually jogged past the crowd until I reached the frontline just in time to se a Mazda drifting past the last swing, doing a perfect donut at the top of the parking house while the yellow Nissan drifted the last swing. Jenny opened her door smirking placing her feet on the ground while Morimoto where hitting his staring wheel while cursing. She stood up bowing to the crowd. My eyes met hers and she smirked while blowing me a kiss blinking. I smiled back as two of my models came standing on both sides of me. Then she walked over to Morimotos car knocking on his windshield. He got out and stood straight with a pissed look on his face.

Jenny's POV
He stood in front of me. Dk, Han, Twinkie and Sean walked towards us. "And I thought you were going to be like Sean" Twinkie said shaking his head. "Damn, where did you learn that?" Sean continued obviously impressed with me. Han had actually left the models. They stood in a corner whispering to each other just as pissed as Morimoto where. "She where barely in front of me" he said looking at DK. "It doesn't matter if you win by an inch or a mile, winning is still winning" i said out loud catching the guy's attention. «The deed to your car please" I said reaching out my hand to Morimoto. Han just watched us eating chips smirking at the scene while Twinkie and Sean where arguing with one of Morimoto and DKs friends. Morimoto screamed when he gave the paper to DK. Takashi turned around looking at me handing me the paper. "You keep surprising Chīsai tori" he said looking me straight in the eye. "It's still Jenny" i said turning around walking away. On my way I on purpose bumped my shoulder against Han. I opened the door to my baby. "at the garage?" I asked him. He nodded looking at me very intensely. Then I closed the door and started drifting down. I needed to take a pit stop at my apartment.

I changed in to a black strapless dress and a pair of louboutins. The dress was tight and silk and reaches my thighs. In made my ass look fat and my tits juicy. Just the way I like it. I also straightened my hair not wanting to show up early. I then grabbed a black classic prada purse. I took one last glance in the mirror. I looked like a million bucks. My lips was sparkling, A sharp black liner and eyeshadow covered my eyes. I grabbed my black coat, it's fur around its neck and arms. "Sætt prikken over i-en» as we say in Norway. It means it puts the spot above the I. Happy with the outcome I walked to my car, remembering to lock my door and started driving to the garage. I'm planning on getting shitface drunk. I drink like an old fisherman. And been drinking since probably twelve. I know it's early but that's just the truth. My great grandma made booze in her basement. Like hard liquor. She would either drink it by itself or mix it with water. That was a sick woman. When she died she requested everyone to take a shot of jeger in her funeral, so we did. End of story I like to drink. And I like the vodka side of alcohol. In Norway when you drink you drink to get drunk. And that's exactly what I'm going to do now.