Missunderstood

"It's 18 feet of badass"- Prologue.

"I wont let them catch me!!" She exclaimed, pressing the gas down harder. The car let out a roar and sped up. Up ahead was a tight turn and she knew she could get away from them there. She checked her rear view mirror to see the cops faces. She seemed to be driving too fast to take the turn. She turned at the last moment to the left and pulled the emergency brake. The car went sliding onto the side road and the police roared past, slamming on their brakes. She giggled a bit and jammed the gas down again, speeding off in that direction. She was hungry, so she decided that she would stop at a diner to get a bite to eat. She drove down the road a few miles, then saw a diner. She pulled into the parking lot, parking beside some motorcycles. "Damn, they knew I'd be here." She says, giving a small giggle. She opens her door and steps out, putting on her aviator sunglasses. She is almost immediately greeted by a man thinking himself to be charming. "Damn girl.. I heard you coming from a mile away. What's your name??" He asks, giving her a small wink. she looks at him and smirks. "Oh, it's eighteen feet of badass that you will never be able to afford." He turns red. "No... I meant you." "My name is Vixen and before you ask, no.. You cant have my number you drunk.." She says, pushing him out of her way.
Vixen's friends met her at the door, looking over at her car. "Is that eighteen feet of badass or what guys??" One of them asks as they enter the diner.