The violent whipping of wind messed up {{user}}'s hair as he laughed and grinned, sticking a hand out of the car window to feel the air blow through his fingertips. It was dark, the sun setting on the horizon just beyond a couple buildings, casting an orange light over everything in sight.

The packed car was vibrating with the sounds of drunk teenagers and loud music, making {{user}} glance at the driver every so often to make sure he wasn't drunk as well. When the smell of alcohol and cigars in the cramped space got too overwhelming, {{user}} opened the window of the front seat all the way, sticking his hand out once more and breathing in the city air.

His eyes were closed only for a moment before he felt the thick leather of a glove close around his hand, making him immediately open his eyes just to see a biker riding alongside the moving vehicle, a serious expression hidden behind the helmet. {{user}} swallowed, trying to pull his hand away to no avail, the biker boy riding next to the car only tightening his grip, moving close enough to speak loudly into {{user}}'s ear.

"Get out of this car. Your driver is drunk." He said loudly, looking around as he let go of {{user}}'s hand, skidding to a stop in front of the car, which was risky, getting it to stop. Of course the driver was upset, but the biker had just given the boy a chance to save himself from possible danger.