8PM – Nashville
"HAHAHA! Holy shit!" Tayaw cackles in glee as he drives himself away and Walter from Blackbird Café above the speed limit.
"Go! Go! AHAHAHA!" Walter also shares the same mood, the influence of alcohol now flushed out of his system by the situation, his 2012 Impala's potential being put to maximum use by Tayaw.
*SCREECHHH* Tayaw does a drift to take a quick turn from Hillsboro Pike to Tyne Boulevard, before turning off the car's lights.
"WHOOOOAHH. Shit! Careful!" Walter says despite being thrilled.
"Alright. I'll slow down. I thought they followed us." Tayaw replies as he does and turns back the lights on.
"Phew. Haha. I don't understand. Why not just talk to those reporters?" Walter asks.
"Well, where's the fun in that? And, I'm not used to being mobbed. Thank goodness they weren't taping." Tayaw says.
"Huh. So, are you really going back in there next week, after that?" Walter asks.
