Wild Card Chapter 5Meet'n GreetMore Like This
~Outside Carlton Casino, 0010 Hours~
The downtown streets were mostly empty, only a car or two traversing the dimly lit road. A large brightly lit building stood just ahead, dubbed the Carlton Casino, where the sound of music and slot machines could be heard through the thick walls and windows, comingling with echo of smashing glass and shouts resonating through the night. In a dark alley across the way, two cars hid in the shadows. One was a silvery Aston Martin; gaze keenly locked on the casino, and the other a larger tow truck, fedora dipped lowly over his windshield, shuffling his tires.
"So I'm goin' in alone, right?" Mater queried, raising his gaze as he spoke, as if making sure. The spy car alongside him nodded in affirmation.
"I can only assume that most of the cars present will recognize me. So yes, you will be going in alone, Mater."
The tow truck raised a furtive eyelid, "is this a kind a' friendly recognizin', or the bad kind?"
"The kind in which they are
'Sharing Victory'- drabble 8Drabble for Forever-Art-FanMore Like This
Characters: Lightning, Strip, Lynda
Words: grassy, indebted, evening
Lightning turned left into the long, dusty driveway leading up to the Weathers estate. The house was smaller than he had expected for a celebrity of The King's stature, but somehow that seemed to suit the older gentleman. Little more than a bungalow, the façade of the house was white with slightly-darker-than-Dinoco-blue trim. Quaint and welcoming, the house seemed almost to smile at the young racecar approaching it. Lightning smiled back, his admiration for The King deepening.
The rays of the late afternoon sun were a brilliant gold as they stretched from beyond the Tennessee hills to illuminate the many different colors of gladiolus and jessamine adorning the front yard. The King himself was relaxing on the grassy lawn, settled low on his axles, his eyes closed. He looked a far sight better than he had the last time Lightning had seen him, which had been in the hosp