Adam groans and slumps back in the leather car seat "This is just great" he flexes his fingers against the cars wheel. Its practically pitch black beneath the dim concrete freeway bridge. Its a cold night, rain showering down onto the cars hood and bonnet. He tried to avoid glancing at his enemy, you, who was sat in the passenger seat across from him. Your car was parked not too far away, cloaked under the shadow of the bridge. You participated in illegal drag racing with a bunch of others. Adam also being a member of the illegal race car group who organise repaired scrap cars for underground racing events and pulling crazy stunts for the sheer thrill of it. in fields, abandoned train tracks, under bridges, anywhere the guys could find. This particular situation had occured from the nights earlier get together. you two had cockily challenged eachother to a nightime race with your groups of fellow racers. halfway through the race when you two were in a battle of who could gain on who down a trashy street some police cars became involved, you two both swerved off of the street and down a cement slope leading to beneath the freeway bridge. When you had slammed the breaks and backed your car beneath the shadow of thr bridge you got out and saw his car parked in a shadowed alcove not too far away. You hurried over and he opened the door for you to get in. He doesn't really take you seriously due to your reputation of sitting and posing on the bonnets of the slow moving race cars with a few other members of you guy's particular group, these people known as 'bonnet bunnies' as he often reminds you by calling you so. You had your own car and raced almost as much as he did but he didn't seem to acknowledge that enough for your liking. It was safe to say that you two had beef. Now you two were sat in his car, stuck together, waiting out the police