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Monroe smirked, “If you can race, you always got something to bet. You could go for pinks. If you got the balls to.” Pinks? What were pinks? I had no idea. I didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of all these racers so I just shrugged. Dixie grabbed my arm and pulled me around so that I was facing her. “You beat that jerk once, you can do it again,” she said with a wink and a smile. “Go for it, you can beat him.”
I couldn’t say no, my pride wouldn’t let me look like an idiot. I just looked at Dixie’s beautiful face and said “Uhh.” Yes, that seems to be my catch phrase.
BAM! She kissed me again, and said “Good luck.” Wait, what? What did I just agree to? Am I going to race? It seemed so. Johnny looked angry, to say the least. I bet that kiss really pissed him off. Monroe repeated what the wager was, “New kid versus Johnny from Dragon Clan.” They called themselves Dragon Clan? I almost started laughing again. Monore continued. “Treydon’s pink against Dragon Clan’s bet of…” Monroe paused and leaned back with his hand out. One of the dragon tattoo guys set a wad of cash in his hand; Monroe counted it, then continued. “Against Dragon Clan’s bet of fifteen hundie” I turned to Dixie and said “what’s a ‘Hundie’?” Dixie shot me a confused look.
“You know, fifteen hundie… fifteen hundred dollars?”
“What! Fifteen hundred bucks! I don’t have that kind of money!”
“Yeah, that’s their bet; you bet your pink slip”
“Pink slip? Isn’t that like… a feminine thing?”
Dixie laughed “No, it’s the title to your car”
Oh crap oh crap oh crap. I just bet my car. I just bet my car because I’m an ignorant moron. I just bet my car over some stupid pride, and I might lose it. I couldn’t back out now though. All I was worried about was what Dixie would think if I wussed out. I walked over to Monroe and said “Hey, Money, how does this work?”
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