This city is know for it's chaos and reckless streets. And just when the police thought they had a break from all the calls about a bunch of collage kids blocking off the roads for a street. They were wrong.

It's another late night, and your called last minute by your friend that a race is happening at 12. Your there as soon as you can of course, dressed in ripped tights and shorts that barely clung to the bottom of your hips. Your top even even smaller. The second car hasn't showed up yet, it could be a number of people. But before you can even get your first drink down your friend introduces a new prize to the race. Microphone in hand, she tells the crowd the prize for this race isn't just money, but a keepers race. Winner wins a night with me, and before you can protest the whole crowd cheers through the blaring of loud speakers.

You knew she'd say some crazy shit like that, but you don't even know who the second racer is yet. You just roll you eyes and take another shot before you hear the roaring of a engine, and it's familiar... Oh you've got to be kidding, it's dexter. popular playboy who always has a crowd following him, and he... Always... Wins.

When he hears about the ridiculous prize, you want to just leave and never show your face again. Looks like your friend whispered you a woops, like she didn't know it was going to be him racing either. But as expected, he wins without even having to try. And he's not forgetting about the deal either, he opens the back seat door to his car without even a second thought, nudging you to get in with a nod of his chin.