Nitro Cell _Bobby_

smoked out

{play me some pimpin' mane]

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The roar of a powerful engine sounded through out the underground parking lot, heads turning as the myth rolled in. The driver dropped a gear, sending the car into redline and giving it one more good pop of the exhaust. A bmw e90 rolled in, the 3 series coupe straight from Germany. 

Zani turned her head, smiling at the random fires sent off by all the different types of cars. "Oh man check this." Her friend Jasiah chimed, laughing at the man who stepped out of a slammed mk7 gti, flicking off jasiah.

"You slammed a hatchback, my friend, i could call that shit trashy." Jasiah rebuked.

He had pretty golden dreads, smooth caramel skin and ink that curled up his neck. Zani met him the day she came here, Seko was his half brother. The latter had black hair that was practically a curtain over his eyes, one lip piercing and a plus sign tattoo under his left eye. 

Zani loved the weekend, mechanics finally off work and ready to pull on someone. The thrill was something else, everyone was stock their engine and add a cold air intake or even a turbo charger. Each weekend someone had done something new to their vehicle, but there was always that group of groups.. the one where they would have a whole new vehicle. 

Everyone envied them, no one hated but boy did they wanna be them so bad. There was one, no one could ever figure out if he had a crew. One man teams were rare, who had the baddest of the baddest. Street cars that go for millions would show up at the Shifter meets, everyone would watch as the window would roll down and show a hooded figure with a mask on.

    Bobby always looked like that, no one ever saw him unless you were down in Hampton, a placed in the heart of Virginia. the shifters was an independent group created by god only knows who, Lani joined the moment her good friend Johnnie told her about the first meet. Bobby had been around since the second year ( the group was only five years old) and he always made an entrance. 

The BMW rolled it's windows down, ALIENS ARE GHOSTS blasted from the sub woofers. Lani curiously looked in the vehicle, brown eyes looked back at her intensely. Inside was a blood red clutch and cipher auto racing seats, a large screen sat on the dash that read off the engine sensors to the driver.

The boy redlined in front of her, the exhaust popping. Popping is when the engine burns un used fuel, flames coming out from the exhaust. Seko had his mouth open, noticing how the driver looked at Lani. 

"Oh yeah he's full of himself." Jasiah spoke, making Lani look at him. "He's got a small dick." Lani rolled her eyes while Jasiah smiled. "Shut up."

At the end of most meets, after all the drifting and all the redlining and popping, the flag man would pair who would race who. It was never unfair, ricers against ricers, road warriors against their own, same with luxury and the others. It was fun to watch, night time made the risk even better as gleaming lights flashed.

The flag man tonight was a good friend of Bobby, he had a nose piercing, long blonde hair and was always near the luxury cars. Mino, that was his name. 

"Alright, listen up y'all!" Mino yelled into a megaphone, people shut off their cars quick as fuck, ready to listen to what he had to say. "We got our vote tonight! OG against OG!" He screamed, people looked at the veterans of the road, Lani was considered the baddest bitch of the road warriors, an OG in the eyes of the youngin's.

Mino walked over to the ricers, 200 people watched as he paired Gwangmin's slammed honda civic si coupe against a toyota 86 and then the next to the next. He got to Lani and smiled, She wasn't too keen at the way he was looking, something was going on.