(I appologise in advance for crappy accents and incorrect info. I was born and raised in Aus and doing my best from movies and a one-week visit to Virginia)
Ivania turned off the ignition and stepped out of her car into noise. Muted in the vehicle it assaulted her full force as she closed the door behind her and walked into the crowd, finger trailing the bonnet until she walked out of reach. She paused a moment to look back and smiled. There she was, restored to her former glory as the fastest thing on four wheels this side of the border.
Already Ivania noticed many admiring looks and for once not all of them were for her.
"Damn, girl!" a voice hailed her. She looked round to see an old friend gazing at the Supra with reverence in his eyes. "Didn't know you'd finished her up already."
"Hey Bash." Ivania greeted him. He looked up, dark eyes twinkling above a pearly white grin. His black skin and dark clothes camoflaged him well at night but always that smile hovered around his face.
Bash had a usual retinue of girls following him, each with a body to die for and his arm slung casually over the shoulder of his current favourite, a petite blonde. The girls regarded Ivania with venom in their eyes. She wasn't popular.
"You comin' to the Warehouse tonight?" he asked.
"Got no ID." she answered.
"I get you in," he answered confidently, "I spinnin' there tonight. No problem."
"Maybe." she answered, indifferently. Bash nodded to a nearby van with music pumping out of the custom stereo where a group were dancing and whooping, urging each other to greater efforts. "Go on, I be wit cha in a minute." he said to the girls. Giving Ivania one last look of scorn the blonde strutted off, her girlfriends following. As they passed Ivania heard them mutter something about her. "... ice queen." said the blonde, "Nah, frozen bitch." answered another with a giggle but by now they were out of reach.
"Damn Bash what is it with you and these trailer-park slags?" Ivania asked with a half grin.
"Hey, a man gotta get his freak on. And they put out." he shrugged modestly. "An' you keep turning me down. What's a guy to do?"
"You can't afford me, Bash." Ivania laughed above the music, laughter, and the sweet music of finely tuned engines.
"Yo, yo, we're goin' live in five!" a cry was heard to the left.
"So, the Warehouse?" Bash pressed.
"Yeah maybe." Ivania conceded, flicking a stray strand of inky black hair over her shoulder. "After I beat your ass on the quarter." she teased.
"One day I'll take that challenge. Might wait till I've got a better ride." Bash laughed and turned to follow his girlfriend. "Until later then." and he swaggered into the crowd - greeting friends left and right.
Ivania turned and leaned lightly on her car, arms folded over her sleeveless shirt. A few guys whistled at her in passing but they were half hearted. Bad news travells fast. She wondered whether they'd let her race tonight. She sorely needed the money. Her hard gaze settled on a man in the distance who was chatting to another. He was tall with a goatee and a rich gold chain around his neck. Jay, the man who called the races and the man who said who raced, and who didn't.



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