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"Your back!" Zerinnon exclaims as he slithers over to me and gives me a hug. "Berrwain said you wouldn't mind if I repainted the room before moving in. I hope this is alright with you" he says.

"I am always happy to welcome you in my home! And honestly, I have been meaning to do something with the paint job in this room for almost a year, I just never got around to doing it. By the way, I like what your doing with it, it looks great!" I tell him as I look at how much he has completed so far. "You never told me you were interested in painting, or photorealistic art. Damn this is impressive! Man your going to have to teach me a thing or two sometime."

Zerinnon blushes, which is obvious because of his white skin. "Well, I do my best to make it as real as possible. I just think that the forrest is such a peacefull place. It is so serene, so quiet. It gives me time to relax and just think. You know what I mean?" Zerinnon tells me.

"I know exactly what you mean friend. That is exactly why my friends and I go on a deep woods camping trip every year. Actually, were going tomorrow, and I want you to come with us. It's realy fun, we find some remote location that is out of reach of modern society, and set up camp for a week." I tell him, practically begging him to come with us.

"You really want me to come with you after the trouble Ive caused you?" Zerinnon replies looking me in the eye.

"Don't be silly! You aren't the one that hit me in the head with a baseball bat! It's not your fault. I have dealt with gang violence before, I know how dangerous it can be. But thats a risk I am willing to take to defend those that I hold close to me. Don't trouble yourself with thoughts that you are responsible for my injuries, because you are most certainly not responisble for what happened to me. Now come on! You want to come with or not?" I reply softly as I hug Zerinnon to comfort him.

"Well if your not angry at me I will definitely be coming with you guys!" Zerinnon replys cheerfully.

"Thats the spirit!" I say eagarly "Oh, hey I gotta go pack. We leave tomorrow and I'm still in my hospital gown." I say as I gesture at the paper thin garment issued to me at the hospital.

"Come on man. You havent even changed yet? And why are you all wet?" Zerinnon asks playfully

"Oh, Sarven decided to throw a gallon of cold water on me to wake me up back at the hospital" I tell him. But as soon as I say water Zerinnon grins and starts snickering. "What? Whats so funny?"

"That isn't water that he threw on you" Zerinnon tells me before bursting into laughter.

"If it isn't water then what is it?" I ask.

"If you don't know then you don't want to know" Zerinnon replies bursting into laughter.

"OH COME ON! REALLY SARVEN!?!" I exclaim as I realise what it is he threw on me. "THAT'S SO NOT COOL!!!" I yell down the stairs. I can hear both Sarven and Berrwain laughing downstaris. Thats just mean! Throwing a gallon of refrigerated piss on someone... WHERE THE HELL DOES HE GET THESE IDEAS!?! I mean REALY! REFRIGERATED URINE! WTF!?! "NOT COOL MAN! JUST NOT COOL"

"Hey if you love Sarven you have to love the prankster part of him too." Zerinnon says behind me.

"Hey, if it's piss that he threw on me, why doesn't it smell?" I ask.

"If a dragon is in good health, then most liquid bodily secretions have no scent. You should be glad that you dont smell bad. It means Sarven is healthy, and more importantly, we wouldnt have to spary you down with the garden hose before you came inside." Zerinnon replies with a grin on his face.

"This is disgusting! Im going to take a shower." I say as I quickly head to my bathroom. I shut the door and immediately tear the hospital gown off and throw it in the trash can. Then I turn on the hot water and let it run until there is a cloud of steam in the shower. Then I turn on the cold water just enough so that the shower doesn't burn me and get in. for the next fifteen minutes I scrub my entire body to be sure that there isnt any urine left anywhere. It isn't until I hear Sarven knocking on the door that I realise just how long I have been in the shower. "Your not here to piss on me again, are you?" I ask him sarcastically.

"No, I came to check on you. Are you alright?" Sarven asks me through the door.

"Oh I'm great. Theres nothing I enjoy more than scrubbing dragon piss out of my hair!" I reply sarcastically. Then the door opens and Sarven walks in, closing the door behind him.

"Come on Drosmine. Take a joke every once and a while." Sarven says as he pokes his head over the shower curtain.

"A joke I can take. But how long were you going to wait to tell me that it was urine that you threw on me instead of water? And where the hell do you get these ideas!?!" I ask him.

"This particular one, I got from the band of brothers movies. But come on, I am sure your clean by now. Get out of the shower and start packing already!" Sarven says impatiently. But there is something in his tone that tells me there is more to be said. So I cup my hands to collect water, and spalsh it on his face to catch him off guard. As Sarven is busy getting the water out of his nose I turn the shower off and grab a towel to dry off.

"Whats so important that I get packed right now?" I ask sarven, but as I turn to look at him I can already tell what it is by the way he is looking at me. But I pretend not to notice.

"I don't want you leaving anything behind this year. Remember last year? You forgot to bring spare batteries for your laptop and forgot to bring the guitar. It was painfully quiet last year, I just don't want that to happen again this year." Sarven replies quickly, as if he was prepared for me to ask him what the rush is.

Damn, he already thought this through. Ahh well, he will tell me soon enough what he wants. I simply shrug and walk into my room to begin packing, but turn around and go back into the bathroom. I open the cupboard where I keep my shaving cream and razor, but the razor is gone. "Sarven, have you seen my razor?" I ask as I look elsewhere for the missing razor.

"You mean this one?" Sarven asks as he dangles the razor in front of me.

So thats how he is going to play this one. "Thanks" I say as I reach for the razor. I grab the razor and pull the can of shaving cream out of the cupboard. I proceed to apply the shaving cream and then shave, all the while waiting for Sarven to say something. So he wants me to come to him. Cleaver little thing arent you? I wash the excess foam from my face as I inspect my shave. Satisfied, I return to my room and grab the duffel bag from underneath the bed. I begin to go through my dresser and pack twelve days worth of cloths, and a month worth of socks. I zip up the bag and grab the second one from under by bed. In this bag I place three full camoflauge suits, a ghillie suit, two pairs of combat boots, three pairs of combat gloves, a desert eagle, three extra magazines for the hand-cannon, an extra cas of ammunition for the gun, and my tinted goggles. I zip up the bag and set it next to the first one. Then I go to the closet to get my padded backpack that I carry my computer in. I bring this over to my desk and begin to pack my computer. I first put the laptop in the padded compartment, then reach into the drawr and pull out eight fully charged over size batteries and six normal batteries and pack them into the main compartment along with the car charger, the hard drives containing my movie collection, the portable speakers, and the cooling fan. "You still here Sarven?" I ask as I place the folding lap stand for the computer and the fancy logitech mouse that works on anything in the bag.

"I didn't leave did I?" Sarven replies.

"No, I guess you didn't" I say as I continue to go through the drawrs in my desk to make sure I havent forgotten anything. I find my flash drive containing all of my drawings, and pack that in the flashdrive holder and toss it in the backpack. Finally satisfied that I havent forgotten anything, I close the bag and attach the small lock to the zipper pulls so that it doesnt come open and drop the computer while it is being moved. "You don't plan to leave any time soon, do you?" I ask.

"Not exactly" Sarven says as he walks over to me. "Your not still mad about what I did are you?" he asks tentively.

"No, I am not still angry about it. But seriously, that wasn't cool. Now I have to scrub the driver seat of the truck before it smells bad. But no, I am not angry. Twas just a joke" I reply calmly. I spare a glance at the alarmclock on the night stand. 3:42. Good, the bank is still open. I walk to my dresser again and grab a pair of boxers and a pair of jeans and put them on. I go back to the closet and pull out a shirt and put it on. I turn to Sarven "Hey I'm gonna go to the bank. You coming with me?" I ask him.

"Probably not. There is still quite the mess downstairs, and I have plans for later today" Sarven replies. "cant quite have four bodies in the basement if there is broken furniture, splinterd wood, and holes in the walls and ceiling."

"Damn. Just how much damage was done? Is anything slavageable?"

"The place is pretty much demolished. Only a few things could be saved. Your current project computer made it through much unharmed, but the rest of your desk and everything in it is ruined, along with the couch, table, TV, and everything else down there" Sarven replies glumly.

"Well shit. I guess I am going to be making a stop at a few stores too. What are you going to need for the plans you had tonight?" I ask as I grab my wallet, phone, and keys to the small truck out of the bag they were put in at the hospital.

"Just go to the bank and come back here. We will worry about the basement after dinner. I don't want you running all over town alone after your trip to the hospital" Sarven tells me.

"Alrighty then. To the bank then home again. Sounds simple emough. I should be back by 4:30 or so." I say. I walk out of the room and down the stairs. I stop in the living room to talk to Berrwain. "Judging by your laughter earlier I am guessing you know what Sarven did. Am I right?" I ask.

"You'd be right. Why do you ask?" Berrwain replies.

I toss him the keys to the big truck and say "There is a bucket seat in the workshop that I have been intending to put in the truck for a while now. Do me a favor and get the seat in for me. Were going to need to use the truck later today, and the driver seat that is in there is covered in dragon piss." I say and then walk out of the room before he has time to complain. Instead of going to the garage where the trucks are parked, I walk out the back door and go to the workshop where I keep my project cars. I open the door and go to the far wall where the key rack is, and grab a lanyard with the keys to the most recent project on it. I then open the door closest to the key rack and walk over to the recently built camaro. I get in and try to start the car, but nothing happens. So I get out, go back to the key rack, and choose a different set of keys. I shut the door in front of the recent project car and walk to the far end of the shop and open that door. I look at the sleek, shiny blue 69 Camaro Z28 RS with blood red racing stripes. I open the door and get in. I push the clutch and turn the key. The engine immediately roars to life, fire spewing from the exaust pipes along the side of the car. I pull out of the shop and drive around the garage to the drive way. As I pull out into the street I see Berrwain walking out the front door. I floor the clutch and stomp the gas. Berrwain jumps at the sound and then stares in awe as he sees the car for the first time. I floor the gas and pop the clutch, burning the tires as I pull away. As I drive down the street I notice the flashing lights ahead and slow down. As I pull onto the highway a corvette pulls up next to me and revs the engine. I rev the engine of my car a coupple of times in response. The corvette takes off and I wait. A second later I throw it in first and take off. I quickly shift into second, then third, then fourth, then fith, then sixth, like clockwork. I quickly pull up beside the corvette easily going 120 MPH and hold that speed for a few seconds. Just long enough to look at the driver in the corvette and wave, then I floor the gas and leave the red sportscar in the dust. I floor the brakes and take the car out of gear as I spot the speedtrap lying in wait ahead. The corvette goes flying by me still at racing speed and right through the speed trap. Poor bastard didn't take the hint. I pull into the parkinglot at the bank a few minutes later and go inside to make a 13,000$ withdrawl. As I come out of the bank I notice the cop standing by my car writing something on a slip of paper. I walk to my car. "Is there a problem here officer?" I ask.

"Your license plate is two years past the expiration date" the officer tells me.

"Ahh crap. Is it really?" I ask

"Yes sir it is. How did you manage to drive it for so long without getting pulled over for this?" the officer asks me.

"This is a project car. I just pulled it out of the workshop for the first time in five years today" I explain to the officer.

"Well, I don't want to be one to ruin your day. I am not going to give you a ticket, but you need to take this car straight home and dont go anywhere else until you get the plates renewed" The cop tells me as he hands me a citation. "Have a good day" the officer says as he walks away.

Damn, I have to remember to update the plates on my cars more often. I get in my car and tuck the citation into the envelope with the money from my withdrawl. Then I start the car and go home. I pull up the driveway, drive around to the shop, and back the car into the shop and kill the engine. I get out of car and shut the garage door and find Berrwain has the big truck in the shop and the new bucket seat installed. Awsome, now I dont have to sit in piss coated seat. As I walk over to the key rack A loud clang from the other end of the shop startles me. I walk over to where the sound came from, and look underneath a jeep to find Berrwain under it, trying to put the drive shaft back into place. "So how are the repairs going for you?" I ask him. "You know, I only wanted you to replace the driver seat in the truck, right?"

"Oh, uhh, sorry man. I saw the jeep and I couldn't help myself. I just had to take a look under the hood and underneath it. I didn't meant to do... this" he says, nodding his head at the broken drive shaft. "So how long have you had that Camaro?" Berrwain asks in a feeble attempt to change the subject.

"It was a project car that I've had since I was 10 years old. So how did you manage to break a steel driveshaft on the jeep?" I ask him.

"Honestly... I don't know. It just sorta fell out. I didnt even have any tools under here when it fell out! Ive just been trying to put it back in before you got back. But obviously I am no mechanic" he replies glumly. "Your not angry are you?"

"Dude stop worying. This jeep doesn't even have a gas tank. The way the driveshaft was in it the slightest touch could have knocked it out of place. Just stop dropping it on the floor or you WILL break it. And trust me, they aint cheap the way that one is made. It has a titanuim carbide core, so don't muck it up!" I tell him sternly. "Now come on, get the truck out front and get the trailer hooked up to it while I lock the workshop. We have to go get stuff to remake the basement. Sarven has some big plans for us tonight and we need the basement fixed to do it"

"Oh, so you two are gonna be goin at it all night then?" Berrwain asks tauntingly. I round on him as he crawls out from underneath the jeep.

"NOT cool man. Don't be making fun of my intimacy with him like that. And no, when I say us I mean all of us" I retort angrily. Damn, where did THAT come from? What the hell happened to me? Suddenly I am over reacting to every single little thing. This can't be anything good. I wonder if I did suffer braindamage from the dick with a bat?

"Oh, so were watching a movie or something?" Berrwain asks me.

"I dont know. Sarven wouldn't give me any details other than we needed to basement cleaned up and repaired first.` I tell him. "We are going to a bunch of different stores after dinner to get the stuff we need to repair the basement. The three of you are going to be going through most of the furniture stores while I go to home depot to get the stuff to fix the walls and ceiling. You each get a thousand dollars to spend on furniture. Go nuts." I say as I count out a thousand dollars from the envelope from the bacnk, and hand it to Berrwain. I count out two thousand more and hand it to berrwain. "see to it that Sarven and Zerinnon get this. I am going to take care of getting the truck ready."

I go hang the keys to the camaro up on the key rack as Berrwain leaves to go give Sarven and Zerinnon their money. I then find the keys to the truck in the ignition, and start the truck. I back it out of the workshop and park it in the lawn. I get out of the truck and go shut the door to the workshop where the truck was parked. As I am leaving the workshop I realise that this is the first time anyone other than me has ever set foot inside. Wow, I really need to open up more don't I? This is just a hobby of mine and yet what is inside is a secret from everyone... Even Sarven! Damn, I am going to have to show them whats inside it later today. I go back to the truck which is now sinking into the yard. I get in and put it in gear and drive around to the driveway where I attach a big trailler to it and throw the bed toolbox in it. It looks like it might start raining later, so I go into the garage and grab 12 tarps and about 600 ft worth of rope to tie stuff down. I throw this into the toolbox and lock it. I am just getting back into the truck when Sarven, Zerinnon, and Berrwain come out of the house, each holding a thousand dollars. As everyone piles into the truck I ask "So where do you want to go to spend my money?"

"Start at best buy, then go to artvan or some place like that." Sarven replies with a grin. "Oh, and Drosmine. For what I plan to get I am going to need another twenty five hundred dollars"

"What exactly do you plan to buy!?!" I exclaim. "I am already spending three thousand dollars on the basement as it is!"

"Don't be so stingy. Ive seen your accounting records on your computer. You have well over two million dollars in various bank accounts, you can afford to spend a little bit of money on the house! It all doesn't have to go into whatever the heck it is you do in the workshop in the back." Sarven replies stiffly.

"Sure whatever. Hey just keep in mind that no one that is wealthy stays wealthy for very long if they get into the habit of making frequent large bill purchases." I say begrudgingly as I hand over an extra 2500 dollars. "whatever it is your buying had better be worth it"

"Hey, what about Zerinnon and me?" Berrwain asks. I glare at him angrily as I hand out extra money to the two of them as well.

"You guys had BETTER by god make this worth the ten thousand plus dollars being spent on this!" I say angrily as I back the truck down the driveway and accelerate down the road, heading to the highway where I can quickly get to best buy and then furniture stores. I stop at best buy, taking up 6 parking spots with my truck and trailer. Everyone but me gets out. "you guys have Berrwain give me a call when you want me to come up front to load all the stuff in the truck" I tell Sarven as they all get out and walk into the store. I pull out my phone and headphones, turn off the truck, and listen to my ipod while I wait. About an hour and a half later I get a call.

"Yo were all finished here, bring the truck up front. All I have to say is DAAAYYYUMMMNNN this is one impressive setup! Your gonna love Sarven when we get this all set up!" Berrwain exclaims.

"Im on my way. And I already do love Sarven, in case you have forgotten" I reply. I pull out the headphones, plug the phone into the stereo in the truck, start the truck, and pull up to the front of the store so that all the stuff can be loaded in the trailler. I turn the truck off and apply the parking break. I turn the key all the way back and open the back windows before getting out of the truck to help load the trailler. "HOLY CRAP! Sarven is THIS what you bought!?!" I exclaim as I look at the massive assortment of electronics in front of me. There are two 60 inch HD LED TVs, a blueray dvd player, an HD computer monitor, a cheap desktop, a sony viao laptop, a massive surround sound system, an xbox 360 with kinect sensor, a Playstation 3, controllers for both systems, flight simulator equipment, and a big ol stereo.

"Yup! THIS is what I bought! The ultimate entertainment system! Your welcome." Sarven brags as he takes an elegant bow.

"Sarven your such a show off! You definitely made it worth the money spent! Man I can't wait to get this stuff home and put in the basement! Hey lets go to the next store!" I say as I help get things loaded onto the traillers and securely tied down. "well crap, I dont have nearly enough rope to tie this down securely enough. Berrwain, go to the dicks over there and get about five hundred dollars of rope. Were gonna need it to get this stuff home safely." I say. Berrwain takes off running to the Dick's sporting goods across the parking lot. Fifteen minutes later I see him running back, pushing a cart full of rope.

"Hey Drosmine I got the rope! Let's tie this thing down and get going! I got several blankets to protect the TVs too." Berrwain says excitedly as he comes up with the rope. I Take the shopping cart full of stuff and use it to quickly tie everything down so that it wont get damaged, and then throw a few tarps over it so it doesnt get wet, because it is obviously going to rain soon.

"Allright guys, lets get to the furniture store and get home before things get too wet here. I don't want all this stuff ruined by the rain" I toss all the extra rope and the extra blankets in the tool box and we all pile into the truck and head to the nearest furniture store. "Hey sarven, take this and try to find something we both can enjoy" I say out loud, then follow with we need a bed we care share every night. Use this to find something suitable for that as I hand Sarven the last of the money from my withdrawl. And please hurry, its going to start raining soon and I want to get this stuff out of the rain as soon as possible. The three of them hurry into the store to find furniture for the basement. Half an hour later Berrwain calls me telling me that they are ready. I start the truck and race to the front of the store to hurry and get the truck loaded and get home. As pieces of furniture are hauled out of the store I get them loaded onto the trailler and covered and tied down. Twenty minutes later the truck is fully loaded, everything paid for, and everyone in the truck. "Hell Yeah! Let's get this stuff home and set up!" I say as we pull out of the parkinglot. It starts raining on the way home, so I open the throttle a little more. In ten minutes we are home and I am backing the truck up the driveway. I open the garage door and put the trailer inside, then park the truck and floor the parkingbreak before turning off the engine and putting it back into gear R1. Over the course of the next two hours we all work on emptying the trailer and hauling furniture downstairs. Once all of the furniture is downstairs I go upstairs and put the trailler where it is supposed to be, then park the truck in the garage. Then I go inside and cook dinner while everyone else rearranges the basement. "FOODS READY!" I yell down the stairs. Everyone comes up the stairs and grabs a plate from the cupboard. As everyone fills their plates with steak, corn, and potatos I ask "So how goes the basement?"

"It could do with some repairs to the walls and ceiling, but the mess has been cleaned up and all the new furniture has been placed. It is definitely ready for use." replies Sarven cheerfully.

"Oh, by the way, Sarven. About your comment earlier about my bank records. If you think that two million is all I have, your about six million short. And I am going to show you how I make all this money after dinner" I say with a great big smile on my face.

"You have HOW much!?!" everyone exclaims as I begin to laugh.

"You heard me. I said I have eight million dollars. Yup, I am twenty four years old and have eight million dollars to my name. And I got it ALL from working on cars. Thats what I do in the workshop out back. I run my own redneck garage and I build and sell customised classic cars. I also customise modern cars too, but I don't get as much out of that" I say as I sit down at the table next to Sarven.

"Drosmine, do you really mean to tell me that you have eight million dollars and this house is still sull of old run down appliances that keep breaking? When we get back from the trip we are definitely going to be doing some upgrading around here" Sarven tells me as he realises the full force of what I said

"Don't make me regret telling you about my finances. I do a lot of work to earn that money and if I start spending more than I am making like this that money is going to be gone before you know it. But I will agree with you, we do need some new stuff around here..." I check the date and time on my phone "in about fifteen minutes or so a supprise should be rolling up the driveway" I say excitedly. I immediately begin to inhale my food so I will be finished eating when the new vehicle shows up. Just as I finish taking care of my dishes I hear a horn honk and the roar of a large engine. "OH BOY ITS HERE!!!" I yell as I run to the front door. "what the hell? Theres two of them!" I exclaim as I see two 2012 Camaro ZL1s in the driveway, both with the same custom paint job as my 69 Camaro Z28 Rally Sport. I burst out the front door and walk to the drivers delivering the cars. "Whats the deal? I only ordered one of these!" I say as I look at the sixty thousand dollar cars "Thats a hundred and twenty thousand dollars right there!" I exclaim.

"The records I have say you ordered two cars. You were even sent an email to confirm the purchase of two cars. And no, this is a hundred and thirty thousand dollars." The driver of the first car replies. And that is when I notice that one of the cars has the COPO logo in a hocky stick stripe on the back of the car.

"Wait a minute... Is this realy a copo Camaro!?! I thought these things wernt supposed to be available until next year!" I exclaim excitedly, no longer caring that I have a rather large check to write.

"It was noticed that you made several expensive purchases a month from our dealership for the past three years. In order to thank you, we had this second vehicle built just for you. If you only want to pay for one vehicle we can simply return the other one to the dealership, and sell it on the lot. But if yoou purchas them both a crate engine will be delivered to you within the next few weeks for whatever you want to use it for" offers the driver of the first car offers. I text Berrwain, telling him to bring me my checkbook.

"I will take them both. My friend is bringing my checkbook, he should be here any minute. Do you guys need a ride back to the dealership?" I ask as I wait for Berrwain. Five minutes later he comes outside holding my checkbook.

"HOLY SHIT! ARE THOSE ACTUALLY HERE, IN THE DRIVEWAY!?!" Berrwain exclaims as he walks up with my checkbook and a pen. I take the check book and write a check for 132,000 dollars.

"Here's for the two cars, and here is a little something to say thanks for your generous services" I say as I hand over the check, then hand each driver a 100$ bill. "Now do you guys need a ride back to the dealership?" I ask.

"If you could give us a lift that would be nice" replies the driver of the second car as he hands over the keys.

"Let's go inside out of the rain for a minute" I say as I take the keys. "Then I will give you guys a lift back to the dealership" I say as we all head inside. I grab a coupple of towels from the closet and hand them to the drivers that delivered the Camaros. The driver of the COPO Camaro hands me the keys as he accepts the towel and dries off his hair. "Alright, now that everyone is dry, who wants to take my new Camaro for a test drive?" I ask with a grin. We all go back outside and pile into the COPO Camaro. I turn the key and can't help but laugh as the engine roars to life causing the entire car to shudder. I tap the gas a coupple of times and am rewarded with a loud roar and then a deep rumble as the engine idles.

"Dude this car is a MOONNNSTER!!!" Berrwain exclaims in the passenger seat next to me.

"Well no dip! It's a Camaro ZL1 COPO!! I wouldn't expect anything less from the engine!" I tell him. I back out of the driveway, being careful not to hit the other Camaro in the driveway. I pull out into the street and stop. I rev the engine a coupple of times then hold it at about four thousand RPM for a few seconds. "God that sounds beastly. LETS SEE WHAT THIS BABY CAN DO!" I yell as I let the car move along at idle speed. As soon as the driver that delivered the car shows dissapointment on his face I stomp on the gas. The response is almost instant. Immediately after stomping on the gas the engine roars and the tires squeal as they start spinning much faster than the car is going. Then the tires start to grip the road again as the water underneath them is thrown behind the car. As soon as the tires get a decent grip the car lurches forward and then were realy moving. I shift through the gears fluidly as we haul ass down the street. As we near the end of the street and the highway I put it in neutral and stop the car. The corvette that raced me earlier is in the parkinglot of the sports bar on the corner of my street and the highway. I pull into the parkinglot and pull into a spot next to the corvette. "Who's hungry?" I ask as I kill the engine. "Food is on me" I say as I open the door and get out of the car. Everyone follows me into the bar. I immediately spot the driver of the corvette, and he notices me almost as quickly. I lead my group over to the booth where he sits. He scowls at me and attempts to get up and leave when I block his path. "Hey, give me the ticket you got earlier" I say as I hold my hand out to take the speeding ticket.

"Is this some kind of joke?" the man asks angrily "Because if it is you can burn in hell for all I care"

"This is no joke. Now give me the speeding ticket." I reply. The man does not put up much of an argument as he reaches into his pocket and hands over the speeding ticket, and a ticket for wreckless driving. "In return for my payment of these tickets, I want you to look out the window. You see the Camaro parked next to your Corvette?" I ask as I point at my newest car. "You and I are going to race to the Chevy dealership down the road." I say, issueing the man a challenge.

"You really mean to challenge a middle aged man to two street races in one day?" the man asks me as he gives me a quizical look. "You don't look to be a day over 30! and yet you have a classic muscle car, a brand new car, and god knows what else. Kid you must either be insane or come from a rich family. Your on!" he replies.

"But first, we get something to eat. Im paying." I say as I sit down next to the man, Berrwain and the two dealership drivers sitting on the bench across the table from us. A waitress walks up and asks what we want. Berrwain orders a pizza, the guys from the dealership order burgers, and the middle aged man orders a burger. "I'm Drosmine by the way" I say to the man.

"I'm Joe. Drosmine? Thats a strange name. Whered you get a name like that?" Joe asks me.

"A close friend of mine gave it to me" I reply. A few minutes later the waitress comes back with the food. After everyone finishes eating I leave a check to pay for the food, and a thirty dollar tip. "So how are we going to do this? Are we going to head towards the dealer and stop half a mile away to do a half mile dash? Or are we racing from here?" I ask Joe.

"I say we go from here to the dealler" Joe replies, a grin on his face. I can tell by his grin that there is something under the hood of his car that I dont know about, but am quickly going to find out about.

"Your call. You guys ready to see your product in action?" I ask the dealership drivers. We all leave the bar and get into our respective vehicles. Then Joe and I pull onto the highway and line up our front bumpers. A bunch of people come out of the bar to watch, and one person walks between our cars and raises his hand with three fingers raised. Then drops one finger, then the next, then tires are squealing and both Joe and I go flying down the road as the last finger is dropped. I quickly pull ahead of Joe, and then I hear a terrifying roar as Joe throws a switch and then Joe is beside us, fire spewing from the exhaust pipes along the side of his car like the pipes were flamethrowers. Then, Joe is ahead of us and pulling away fast. "Hey is there anything that can make this car go any faster?" I ask the drivers.

"No sir. We aren't legally allowed to install any nos kits or anything of that nature until the vehicle is paid for in full" replies the first driver.

"Well crap. Joe is going to rub this in my face." I say, knowing that there is not a dang thing I can do to beat Joe this time. No home made V8 engine, no home made tubo system, not even a nos tank. Only the six speed manual transmission and the redlining engine... Wait a minute. Redlining? OH! I am still in 5th Gear! I shift into the last gear and floor the gas. The car accelerates noticably. Joe stops pulling farther away from us, and we slowly begin to catch up to him. Then, with a loud bang, something lets loose in the engine in Joe's corvette, and the engine runs away. Joe turns on his hazard lights but keeps going, leaving us in the dust once again. Then Joe turns off the engine and slows down, coasting into the parking lot at the chevy dealer. About three seconds later I pull in behind him. "It sounds like something let loose in the engine" I say as the drivers from the dealer get out of the car and head inside. "Why don't you get it fixed and send me the bill?" I offer.

"Damn kid, you must be both insane and come from a rich family! And thanks" Joe replies.

Berrwain and I get back into my car after I hand Joe my personal business card, And Then we head home. I pull up the driveway and pull around back to the workshop before it is too late to get the car inside. Berrwain gets out and unlocks the door to the spot next to the 69 camaro and opens the door. As soon as the door is open I pull in and kill the engine. "Oh good, here come the dragons now. They must have heard the engine, I mean, how can you not?" I ask Berrwain jokeingly as Sarven and Zerinnon approach the workshop. "So, is everyone ready to see how I make so much money?" I ask everyone.

"Lead the way Mr. moneybags" Sarven replies playfully as he pokes my stomach with his right paw. I turn and gesture towards the open shop door.

"It's all in there. What I have been doing since I was ten years old. Feel free to get under the hood, or in Berrwain's case, under the undercarrage of anything BUT that jeep right there" I say, pointing to the jeep Berrwain was screwing around with earlier.

"Hey Drosmine. I know you like cars and all, but there are eighteen sets of keys on the key rack there, and seven more sets of keys on the rack labelled Camaros. Don't you think this is a little bit excessive?" Sarven asks me. "And where are the rest of the cars? I only see six cars here!"

"The rest of the vehicles are in a warehouse that I purchased several years ago. It would be incredibly impractical to build a workshop that houses twenty five cars at any given time. Although now it would be twenty six. And Sarven, only the vehicles that you see here and the Camaros in the warehouse are mine to keep. The rest are project cars that will be sold for profit once they are finished." I explain as I glance at the clock. Dang, it's nine oclock! And yet Sarven still hasen't said anything about it... he really is going to make me come to him for it. Clever dragon. I poke Sarven in the arm while Berrwain and Zerinnon are busy inspecting every square inch of the 69 Camaro. Sarven looks at me.

"Have you decided not to wait any longer?" Sarven quietly asks, a hint of desire in his voice.

"Just tell me that we can have a bit of privacy for this. I would hate for Zerinnon or Berrwain to walk in on us." I reply quietly.

"You don't have to worry about that, it's already taken care of" Sarven replies with a grin on his face. Are you sure you're ready for this? It's been a while.

Don't kill the mood before it even begins Sarven.

Okay, I am going inside. I will be waiting for you in the basement. "The night wears thin. I am going to bed while it will still do me some good" Sarven says, then he leaves to go inside.

"He has a point. I am going to bed myself. Berrwain, be sure to lock the door after you two leave the shop. And don't try to start any of the cars. I dont want you burning the shop down" I say as I leave the shop to follow Sarven.