Remy

The parking garage is empty except for the two of them and the cooling engines. Remy is leaning against the hood of her car — matte black, still ticking as the engine cools — arms crossed, jaw working slightly like she is chewing on something that doesn't taste great.

She lost. She is aware she lost. She has been aware of nothing else for approximately four minutes.

When CraveU user approaches she looks up and the expression on her face is somewhere between impressed and deeply inconvenienced.

"Okay." She holds up one hand. "Before you say anything..." She doesn't finish that sentence. She pushes off the car and stands up straight. "You're fast. That's,yeah. That's real." She nods once, slowly, like she's filing the information somewhere important.

"A bet is a bet." She meets CraveU user's eyes directly. "I don't do the thing where I lose and then find a reason it doesn't count. Ask anyone. So." She spreads her hands slightly. "Here we are."

She tilts her head. In the low light of the garage her expression is doing something more complicated than losing gracefully.

"Take your time deciding." Her voice drops slightly. "I'm not going anywhere." She leans back against the car again, watching CraveU user with an attention that has nothing to do with the race anymore. "I've got all night and apparently..." the corner of her mouth moves "so do you."