Street racing is the biggest growing crime in the state of California.
It is one for the rule breakers, thrill seekers, and the plain old crazy.
No rules applied, except for one: No woman shall race, or ever be seen racing.
Kaos member Justin Biebe...
After a wonderful four hours of driving on a sunny Friday afternoon, I finally made it to Vegas.
The trip went smooth, I thoroughly enjoyed it as if it was the last time I would get to ride in her. I let the loud music fill every space of the interior, the bass buzzing through my body. It only excited me more about the next few days.
The invite had been up on Twitter for a couple of days about a massive pool party at one of the main hotels on the Vegas strip.
Pictures were posted all over instagram of all the racers organizing their cars cars which were parked around the pool of this certain hotel's courtyard. So far from my research the Brotherhood aren't attending this party, which takes so much stress and anxiety off my shoulders.
After scrolling through app after app with endless situations playing out in my head, the dimness of my hotel room alarmed me of the time.
I had only checked in about two hours ago, and since then have already raided the mini fridge full of all sorts of liquor sorting out what I'll be drinking tonight. Which is all of it. I know I'm only nineteen, but the staff will never know.
Scattered on the small kitchen bench was four mini bottles of vodka, a bottle of champagne and two cans of beer. I emptied all the vodka to a juice bottle which had also been supplied by the hotel.
After getting borderline tipsy from my vodka infused juice, I pulled on a pair of black jeans to match with my leather black jacket that covered a wine coloured bralette.
I slapped on a bit of lipstick and mascara just to make myself look somewhat decent. I slipped on a pair of red bottom heels and refilled my now empty bottle with sweet, bubbly champagne.
I quickly shoved the two beers deep into my handbag and left my hotel room, locking it behind me.
Entering the elevator at the end of the hall, I pressed the button that led to the ground floor impatiently fumbling with my fingers as the elevator took me down 27 stories.
I entered the busy lobby, dodging through crowds of people to make my way outside, where my car was parked. Outside wasn't as busy and it was getting dark so I felt comfortable getting in my own car, for once in my life.
After a short drive I arrived to the massive hotel, my noisy engine was overpowered by the loud music that bursted out from courtyard beside me.
To keep save, I parked my car around the back of the building to not bring any attention as I come and go.
Exiting my vehicle, I quickly make my way to the location, clicking my heels against the lobbys marble tiles, confidently striding through to the area where the party was being held.
Entering the courtyard, I take in the ecstatic atmosphere which instantly brought a smile to my face.
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