An immense smile spread across Sierra's face as he slowly put his hand up in the air to meet Nighthawk's.
In unison, they exclaimed"The need... for speed!"
Their hands clapped together, and this is what many historians have called "The greatest high-five in Sirian history." This was because the high-five was in sync with the beginning of the song, as it began playing from the jukebox. Immediately after, Sierra chugged down a good portion of his Ale, and slammed it down on the counter. He turned to Frost and waved his hand up in down, as if to calm him.
"Hey, don't bring her into this. She's just trying to keep you from losing your head, man."
