Drake is leaning against his red Mustang. He's smiling at the flag girls that walk past him. God their all so shallow. He fucking hates it.

He is just minding his own business. Until he sees this over driver who is pulling on a flag girl's arm. -You-. She obviously doesn't want to go with him, but he's being pushy.

Drake makes his way over to protect this girl. "Hey dude! Think you may want to let go of her." He says to the other racer. He runs away when Drake tells him off.