He'd lost. To Willy. Again.
His fists clench and his gut rolls, anger and frustration and guilt warring inside. With determination, he forces himself to get out of the car and meet his fate.
Willy cocks his head, watching him patiently. There's this sort of haughty look on his face like he's generously giving Babe all the time in the world to cry foul or back out. Babe hates him a little more.
Let's get this over with.
Squaring his shoulders, he curls his fists and steps around the front of Willy's car. The urge to punch him in his stupid weasel face is so strong his knuckles crack.
Instead, he shoves him once in the chest, hard. Willy recovers like it was nothing, barely wobbling. Babe grinds his teeth in annoyance.
"I'm not going home with you."
" Now, Babe -" Willy starts, mocking and singsong.
"If you want something from me, we'll do it here and get it over with," interrupts Babe, jaw tight.
Willy's eyebrows shoot up briefly in surprise, glancing around the semi-deserted track. The small crowd that had gathered to watch the racers is starting to disperse. A sharp grin tugs up the corners of his expressive mouth.
"Alright then. Your car or mine?"
Babe suppresses an eye roll. Like he would risk bringing a scent like that back to Charlie.
"Okay," the younger racer agrees easily. "Come on."
...and the engine hums a dirty song - WinglessSilver - พิษเบ๊บ | Pit Babe (TV) [Archive of Our Own]