Rules of the Game: Loser-.-.-.-.-Rules of the Game: Loser9 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Those few quiet moments before the race were made for preparation. Jak crossed his arms over his chest, eyes dull.
"Can I count on you to win the race for us?"
Her face grew bitter, full mouth thinning. Like he was stupid to ask a question like that.
"Jak, there's no guarantee-"
"I won't win this time." His tone left no room for argument. "I need you to save this one for us."
"What the hell do you mean?"
He gave no answer.
He was driving like a bat out of hell.
"So frantic, Jak!" The voice filtered in on their personal mic, crisp and silky- pointedly delicate even as the red car tore in beside them with a vicious swerve.
Their tormentor was obvious. Daxter prayed to whatever deities favored life above death that Jak would just let it go- that whatever happened last night would NOT be enough to coax his pal off the track and into something that would definitely spell taps for them both. But Jak's thick knuckles were already pasty and cold on the wheel,