She put her foot to the pedal (BoB RP)

[Kasper Van Slam]

...following Welsh Homecoming...

It was raining. Hard. They had rented a camper and Topher had rolled the awning out which was where the pair sat, Topher and Kasper. She hadn't spoke for hours she was angry and the targets of that anger was directed at Warrick and herself the lack of never truly being blindsided was a feeling not yet felt by the WUK rookie.

"Need to get some sleep, we have to be in Vegas tomorrow," Topher finally broke the silence as he began to roll a cigarette, "I'm..I'm going home," Kasper responded and Tophers head snapped his face was twisted into confusion, "What?"

Before Kasper could say anything a voice from the rain spoke loudly over the pounding rain, "That ain't the Van Zant way Kasper!"

The lumbering figure of Drexel clambered toward them and Kasper pricked up like hair on someone's arm when goosebumps flare up. It was just Drexel. Soaked to the bone.

"I come in peace little bird...just got this to say, you best not quit you signed up for this and you'll see it through. Just...just stay away from SinclairGodfrey and Donzig , it's fucking trouble understant?" eyes that were a mirror of Kaspers turned to Topher, "Keep her safe or tell her the truth old man," and Drexel walked back into the rain where he was swallowed up by the darkness and rain.

"Tell me what?" Kasper looked at Topher, the old man wouldn't meet her gaze. He just rolled his cigarette a new light shake in his hand.

....somewhere in Vegas...

The scene opens up with Kasper sitting in the middle of a busy casino she wore a WUK t-shirt and flannel longsleeve, ripped jeans, and heavy black boots. She is playing with chips at a empty table appearing to be deep in thought.

"Another battle, another almost win and fucking boom Warrick. I want to say he robbed me and piss and moan about it but the man saw an opportunity and leveled me for the win, awesome congrats. I hope you're well rested for Battle of Britain because instead of grief and pity you have fueled me to looking forward to kick every head until I get to your handsome face big boy."

Kasper sat the chips down and adjusted herself on the table squared up and focused.

"Hell I volunteer to be first so I know that after 28 other assholes aren't in my way before its just you and I. I got something special for you Warrick and I promise you won't blindside me again, the opportunity was cashed in for you understand? Come hell or high water Warrick you will meet a level of DISASSOCIATION that few get warranted."

She began to pick at her nails.

"Grant. Big brother. You're becoming to much of a looming figure in my life and you've made it clear that you are only here to hinder my progress. I put you down once and if you get in my way at the Battle of Britain, expect the same results. I showed you exactly what I'm about I've shown everyone what Kasper Van Zant is about...win...lose I will not lose myself! I will raise my when victory is mine and I'll pick myself up when I lose. I'll return home when I'm carrying that gold around my waist."

Kasper picked up her stack of chips and would drop them in a stack between hands, shuffling them as she stares away from the camera.

"I am THE bitch around here, Sinclair this last message is for you I really like you and I'm reaching out because you've been the new girl before right? How lack of respect feels? Well sis teach me...show me how it feels to be a winner to dominate, Lady Godfrey I want what Donzig gave you when he came from his exile. Give me the world because that's what I want...even if it's to sell my soul...I'll pay the price. See you in London.

Removing herself from he table Kasper walks way and disappears in the thick crowd.