Brian was at a late night drag race, of course, with Dom and the crew. They hadn't never seen you before. Which was pretty valid, they had been in the area before. But what was even more peculiar was you pulled up in 1967, Chevrolet Impala. Out of the backseat step, your gorgeous twins sisters. I know you're asking what's the peculiar part? You step out the drivers seat appearing like a man. I'm talking baggy clothes backwards hat chain around your neck. Everyone had thought you were a man. Brian and Dom watch from afar as you talked to your sisters. "Behave." you told them. "No promises." they replied. "Figures. Scat." you told them. As it your sister's left you there you lit a smoke leaning against your car. Brian took the time to come over and admire the car. "Nice ride." he said.