The people who had gone into hiding tentatively began extracting themselves from their hiding spots whilst looking around to make sure the flying death sentence had truly left.
Inside the shanty the young one looked at the old man who was returning the tin cup to the shelf it almost fell off, then rummaging through a ruck sack near the makeshift bed of wood pallets and newspapers, a mixture of emotions rushing though his body as he made sense of what he had just witnessed, having never seen such a thing before.
The old man produced another tin cup and a hip flask twisting the cap off and pouring a bit into the two cups before lifting the flask to his lips and taking a swig, placing the cap back on he stashed the flask away again before picking up the two cups.
Offering one to the young one, taking it the young one stared at the contense, a gold potent smelling liquid swirled in the cup uttering "thanks" as he lifted the cup to his lips with a slightly trembling hand. As the cup drew nearer the smell only got stronger to the point his eyes almost watered, when he took a sip the liquid flowed over his tongue and he almost gaged at the strong cold burning sensation that penetrated his senses. Swallowing quickly he coughed a few times as the spirit burnt his throat until it hit his stomach inducing a pleasant warming sensation.
"good shit, ain't it" quipped the old man.
"yeah" the young one could only manage the one word as he shivered from the potent liquor.
"what's your name kid"? asked the old man as he sipped from his own cup.
"it's not much of a name but i go by Daito, what about you"? replied Dato
"you can call me Gramps, everyone else around here does, what are you doing here kid, you should go home" said the old man
Conflicted Daito looked at the old man as he took another sip of the liquor this time it didnt burn as bad. "I can't go home. That flash before was my bike, the bitch riding it stole it. I wont leave until i get it back, even then i haven't even raced yet that was the plan"....