The first week of work wasn't bad, Camille was very understanding and was filling my last day with birthday wishes before the concert. Hell, she gave me the day off too, so here I am, Friday.
FRIDAY!
Y/N: No, you guys don't know history at all...
I chime in two people talking about the store of Caroll Shelby, a man who built the Ford GT-40 and had a long motoring history when he was around. I'm not trying to defend Ford, but to talk shit on a technological wonder that changed the racing world is just rude to him.
???: Excuse me?
Y/N: Caroll Shelby AND Kenneth Miles both masterfully crafted that iconic sports car through a TON of trial and error, well, they weren't the only ones but that movie you guys are talking about make it seem so. From putting tape all over it to blowing things up, that's the very car that ended up beating Ferrari at Le Mans. It's an age-old tale of country rivalry, ego inflation, and stupidity.
???: You must be fun at parties, so tell us about the "masterpiece".
Y/N: Well, I can't tell you much, but a masterpiece can't describe just how shitty those old race cars were. Cool? Yes. Fun? Yes. Other than that... nah.
I'm liquored up already, so it makes socializing a bit easier. These two bozos were mixing up the story, one of the many stories of "race car go fast" moments. I got the two guys to laugh, because they're both Ferrari meat-riders. Cool cars, but always remember that Ford beat you that one time.
Y/N: It helps to think of all possible outcomes... how would Ferrari have turned out, if they ended up beating Ford, what kind of cars would they make today? Hell, would Ford even be around? This bus we're riding in is a Ford, we wouldn't have all this...
???: True that, hey, I like this guy, he knows shit that we don't.
???: We need more people like you.
The one man's eye flashes red in the darkness, oop, we got another guy with powers.
Kayn: I'm Kayn, what's going on? Who's your lady friend?
Y/N: I'm Y/N, this is Sona, and she's... mute, she can talk in sign languages though.
Sona: M-Mmm-muh... <Hello. I. like. your. ponytail. what. happened. to. eye?>
Y/N: She says nice ponytail, and uhh... what happened to your eye? Also, what's your name buddy?
I gesture at the other guy.
Ben: Ben, what's going on?
Kayn: Ah, it's just how I contact my boss.
Y/N: Like a... experimental neural implant? You work for the government?
Kayn: S-something like that... I'm just here to try and rekindle an old flame.
Y/N: Oh, you meeting someone?
Kayn: Yep, backstage, don't got a pass but I know the guy working.
Ben: Yeah, we're not that lucky. You guys got the big seats, have fun in the box.
The campus shuttle parks out front of the stadium where the concert is, but we keep talking as we get off.
Y/N: What's so important about this pass? It was a gift from a friend!
Ben: Oh?! Was it?! That's some friend you got! Only the celebs are allowed to hand those out to people, and you and your girly friend got one.
Y/N: Ah, she ain't my girlfriend. Trust me, we tried already.
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My Cursed Luck (K/DA x Male Reader)
Fanfiction- Y/N is an archivist, scratch that, an "information artist", and he likes to believe he's cursed, cursed with bad luck, resulting in the constant lack of optimism, depression. However, his past few years have been pretty tame as far as just going t...
