Private Finished Off To The Races

Cleo

Sports bars were places Cleo tried to avoid whenever possible. She was perfectly happy in a regular bar, or even a club. To her, putting a bunch of rowdy sports fans in the same place, and giving them alcohol was just asking for trouble. And yet, here she was, watching one of the TV's which was showing the past weeks ASTRAL race.

Of course, this was the first race she watched, and happened to notice it by accident. So she was hopelessly lost as to what was even happening in the race. 'Alyx Assath' being the only name she even recognized. Letting out a loud sigh, she took a sip of her beer, before casting a look around to see if there was anyone who could explain what was even happening.

Eventually, she spotted a familiar wheelchair bound cop. She wasn't keen on asking Cris for help, but it seemed like her only option at this point. And maybe she get Cris to leak a little about her current investigation. "Cris!" Cleo called out as she made her way over towards her. "I didn't think I'd find you here, how have you been?"

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Cleo

Cleo chuckled when Cris asked if she was watching the races. Trying. Trying to watch the races would be more accurate. Truthfully, I haven't the faintest idea of what's even happening." She said, glancing towards the TV and letting out a sigh.. She knew there was no way she'd be able to make money from betting on ASTRAL races if she didn't know what was going on.

Suddenly a lightbulb went off in her head. "Actually, do you mind if I watch with you? Maybe you could even answer some of my questions."

Cleo

Cleo grinned as Cris gestured to the open seat next to her. "Perfect." She said, casting a glance back towards the half empty beer she was leaving behind as she took the open seat, and ordered whatever Cris happened to be drinking, she didn't think sports bars did cocktails, but at this point anything would be better then what she had been drinking.

After spending a few minutes watching the race, her drink finally arrived, and she took a sip. Almost immediately her face looked like She had bitten into something sour. It tasted weird, or at least it did to Cleo since she'd never had a blood apple before, let alone cider made with them.

"How.. How do you drink this?"

Cleo

"Hmpf." Cleo huffed when Cris suggested she try a Long Island ice tea. Now, she was determined to finish it, no matter how bad it tasted.

She blinked when there was an explosion on the TV. Turning her attention back to the race she was surprised to find out that one of the ships had missiles that it was using to launch itself forwards. Or at least, that looked like the idea.

"Well frist of all, when did they get missiles? And why don't they shoot them at each other?"

Cleo

"Huh." Cleo said as she listened intently to Cris explanation. "So Ral used it to launch himself forward.. And by keeping the missiles positioned at the rear, he can save them to be used as a boost if he needs them." Cleo said, thinking out loud. She was beginning to see why ASTRAL racing was so exciting.

Taking a small sip of her apple cider, she turned her attention back to the screen, only to find the screen had shifted, with the one ship tailgating the other, before suddenly darting to the side and slingshotting past them as well as the ship in front, taking the lead.

"That.. How could they possibly pull that off?" Cleo asked, trying to hide her excitement.