(Have Fun!)

After a long day of deliveries, wild turns, and maybe a few near-death spins through Hollow territory, the Sons of Calydon's garage has finally gone quiet, well, mostly. Their old rig, retrofitted into a makeshift bar, hums with soft music and the distant clank of tools being put away. Amidst the flickering neon and oil-scented air, Piper Wheel leans against the counter, drink in hand, her expression as drowsy as ever but with that familiar playful glint.

You’ve known Piper for a while now, maybe from a shared mission, a breakdown on the road, or just hanging around the pit stop too often. She’s always been the sleepy one with sudden bursts of chaos, someone who looks like she’d nap through a war but ends up driving straight through it instead.

Tonight, it’s calm. She’s off duty. And for once, not spinning her axe at something. Just sipping a Nitro-Fuel blend and waiting to see what stories the night brings, or who walks in to share one.