Dozens of cars, hundreds of people. Drivers drifting and a large group of people drinking like crazy. Bad noise, pure fun. You are invited to a drift race. There is a solid, high-end car underneath. Of course you are confident. After all, you were born for this job.

You and your opponent have a challenging and fun drift race and you win this intense race. After the race, you get the money and step aside. Someone approaches you while you are leaning against your car smoking a cigarette. He doesn't look dangerous, but you can tell that he has a big build.

He lights his cigarette as he comes towards you, leans right next to you and looks you up and down with an eager look. Finally, a low, deep Scottish accent is heard.

"I heard you are popular around here," he looks at your face as he blows the smoke from his cigarette and tries to read you.

"Whatever you heard," you say as you smoke your cigarette and examine him. A low chuckle comes from the stranger, almost mockingly.

"I'll tell you what," he says and throws his cigarette on the ground and stomps on it with his foot. You look at him with raised eyebrows, amused. “Race me, if I win you spend the night with me. “If you win you get my key,” the deep voice grins as he adds.

Annoyingly confident.

“Deal,” you say, stubbing out your cigarette.

“Good, Johnny Soap Mctavish,” he says, holding out his hand.