What it was that could have urged him to come here, he wasn't entirly sure himself. There was a deep sense of knowing that he should be here tonight that made him wake up and drag himself out here. However, there had been a sense of help. She'd called him and told him to come here tonight with her. She said it was more fun whenever it was two people and not just one. He didn't quite understand what she meant whenever she said that, but he was willing to trust her with that knowledge. He'd trusted her so many times before that now shouldn't be any different. Nor would it be. In a sense, she was his little sister that he was sworn to protect at all times.

But... there was something strange. It was a tang of nerves that caught him looking out the window at a shadowy figure standing against a building. Odd. He shrugged his shoulders and turned his head back to the girl sitting beside him in the driver's seat. He cleared his throat, looking at all of the people that were gathered. His mind seemed to wander slightly, though he was brought back by a loud revving noise. His eyes drifted to another car besides the one he was in and chuckled. "Piece of shit." He sighed, leaning back in the seat, letting his arm hang from the window.

It was nature. It was thrill. It was fun. It was Ren. She did anything for adventure and this was enough to top it all off. She grinned as another car reeved their engine and she did so in reply as well. "Eat that, scum," she muttered, looking over to Braxton. She shook her head and looked in front of her, reving her engine every so often to get the people out of her way as she was driving through. She grumbled a few times and sighed softly, looking around. She didn't catch what Braxton was looking at over against the building, nor did she really have any interest in whatever he was looking at once so ever. Her focus was elsewhere... Like winning a race. It payed the rent.

She brought the car to a stop and climbed from it, a grin all about her face as she looked about at the people standing around the car. Yeah, she was a little well known in the racing world. Ren grinned brightly, nodding her head as she shut the car door and leaned against the side of it. In a way, she looked cocky as she nodded in approval of all the attention but then she laughed. Joking. She was only joking around and she loosened up, running her hand over the car as though it were a treasure. It might as well have been with how much this thing cost.

To put things lightly, Ren really didn't care what kind of car she was up against, they didn't stand a chance against her. No one did. She was known not only because she was the only female racer around, but because she won most races that she was in and that was nightly. It was a routine: Get up, work, drive. She didn't care what time of day it was, if there was a race going on, then you could count on seeing her there. Everything on the car was her doing. Braxton helped out a lot, though she did most of it herself. It was a passion that she'd held for years and she grinned as other people began to eye the car with envy. Apparently this was her competition for the night. She smirked in their direction, nodding her head towards them, though they didn't make an action back. They were obviously pissed off at her for some unknown reason. She shrugged, throwing the thought off of her shoulder. There were other things to attend to.

As the main person arrived on the scene, he came over and clapped her on the back and they laughed for a moment before she began to talk with him. "I don't care, man. You know me. I like to make things fun," she said, glancing in the direction of the other drivers. It was going to be a fun time, no doubt. Those other people were jokes compared to her. What did they have inside their little cars other than a few flashy lights? Ha! She had N2O in her engine that would guarentee her a win every single night. That stuff was like her child and she would go to any lengths to make sure that she had it for every race. Expensive, no doubt, but it was always easy to keep it supplied whenever she kept winning like this.

She looked around, watching as Hex gathered money from the people around that were betting. As he came to her, she smirked, looking at the people as they were throwing money in on her. "Awhhh. C'mon, boys! Let's make this fun!" She laughed and gave a sideways glance at the trash cars beside her's. "Hike up the price!" Pulling from her pocket, she withdrew a roll of fifties. "Nine-fifty. In right now. Pay up or puss out and I take all the money you already put in." Ren shrugged her shoulders. Maybe she was just being overly cocky, but it didn't bother her any. She had her way paved in gold at this rate and she watched as all of the other drivers payed up their bit and other people were even throwing money in for her as well. She nodded to a few guys who winked at her and gave her looks that told her how she'd be paying for this later. Ren only snorted and turned away from them, giving them the sign to kiss her ass if they thought that was ever going to happen.

"C'mon, you dogs, you in or out?" Braxton continued to walk around the circle of people that surrounded the car, taking money and throwing it into a black bag that he held tightly in his fist. He didn't have any desire to run with the money, but he was Ren's partner. He knew what he was doing and he knew how to get money so that she would keep it. If she won this race, she'd be rolling in money for a week. This would pay off everythying. Just two hundred short of four thousand dollars as far as the drivers went. With other people throwing in, she probably had about five thousand riding on her right now. It would all be worth it, he knew that she would win. It always ended up that way. Ren had never lost a single race and that was why she was rolling in this car with this kind of style and work done up on it.

Braxton went for another quick round, taking up cash and looked about the area for anyone else who wanted to throw money in. He drew the strings tight and found himself chatting with a few fine ladies off to the side. He smirked, nodding to them as they talked and rested their arms on his, wrapping themselves around him. He only shook his head and replied with coy comments now and again. Mostly, he allowed them to talk, not wanting to inturrupt them as they told him stories from racing and everything. "Sounds like a good time. Ren's been my partner for years. My car got wreacked - fixing it up now." His chatting was short-lived and he had to return to what was going on. He promised the girls that he would be back later to contiue their talk. He turned around, straightening his cap and he smirked.

"Alright! Let's ROLL IT! Who else is gonna pay up for my girl, Ren?!" he yelled out, looking around at everyone. He saw the person in the back and he narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing and figuring that the person wasn't a threat. The person had no apperence of a cop on him, even if he was undercover. "Oye!! You bettin'? Or are you gonna stand back there?! No show's for free." He turned away from him to a tap on the shoulder. Braxton turned his head to find another girl and he smiled. She was fimilar to him. A friend. He held out his arm for her and she hooked her arms around it. He looked around the crowd of people once more, the bag in his hand growing heaiver every time someone threw in money. Ren knew how to put on a show, and she always got the right amount of payment for it. Never once did she let people down. He looked back to see Ren still leaning on the car, ready to go and growing impatient. Braxton shook his head and shot her a look that told her to calm down. He was getting her money, she should be happy.

Braxton couldn't help but let out a snort as another girl rolled up in a car that was obviously just for show. His nose wrinkled as he looked over the car and then he glanced and Ren and just shook his head as though he were saying that there was no compition once so ever with this one. He was pulled back to the girl at his side and he grinned, whispering something in her ear causing her to giggle and slap him playfully. He winked at her, then turned his head to the girl that had just pulled up, acting hardcore and whatnot with the entire thing. "Nothing for you, babe. We already got a fourth." Braxton smirked, turning away from her and shaking her head, though he looked back over his shoulder at her and said, "But you can bet." He grinned, a twinkle in his eye as he thought about the money.

Something caught his attention as he began to walk away from her. Will. The name triggered something in his mind whenever she said it, but maybe it was something else. Hell, it might even just be a different person. He didn't dwell on it and continued to walk around, gathering last miniute bets and he sighed, letting out a whistel at the bag of money that he held tightly. It was simple enough to say that this was going to be a good race. If and when Ren won this race, then she'd be living on easy street for the next few weeks.. Perhaps a month or two even.

Braxton grinned as the boy threw in his bet. "Good deal, my man. You are Ren's favorite." He turned away, pulling the drawstring tight and throwing his arm into a circle motion as a sign to tell the drivers to line it up. Looking back and forth between the people, he smirked and stepped out in front of the cars, checking all of them out quickly, running his fingers under Ren's bumper. Others came around, checking out the other cars before Braxton stood again. He held the girl tight to his side and stood out in front of the cars. "Ready shit bags?!" He cackled.

His attention was caught whenever Ren ran from her car. He ran from the line and over the group of guys, pulling more boys back and knocking them in the jaw with his elbow and anything else that he could hit with. "Back up! What the hell is wrong with you guys?!" He snarled, slamming the boy's in the chest as they began to disperse. "The hell if you think you're getting your cut tonight." Looking back at the girl, he sighed and shook his head. He heard muttering behind him and a smart comment come from one of them. Braxton grumbled and turned around, slamming the boy hard in the jaw, only to hear a loud crack! "Yeah. Back the hell up."

Ren's eyes narrowed harshly at the newcomer. Who was she? And why was she barking up on Ren's turf? Frusteration rumbled in her chest and showed in her eyes. It didn't matter about anyone else that wanted to race. It was time to go and she was getting impatient. "Let's go, Braxton! I'm sick of waiting!" As she overheard the girl ask if it was racing or drifting, she shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Damn. You are new. We don't drift. We race." Her patience had offically reached it's end. What space did they have to drift in this deadhorse town? Really now. C'mon. Let's use our head. She shook her head, drumming her hands on the top of her car and let out a loud yell in excitment. "Let's roll! Ahahaha!!"

She climbed into her car, slamming the door shut and she revved the engine loud to let everyone know that she was ready. Pulling up to the line, she gripped the steering wheel hard and revved her engine again and grinned as she looked from side to side at the other guys ready to race her. They had sort of a strange look to them as she watched each one of the boys on either side of her. "It's a conspiracy," she muttered to herself and shook her head. Didn't bother her any. They could all be against her, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't win. She always won. She had something that none of them did: N2O. It was her baby. Her pride and joy. Her token to winning and something that was out of reach of anyone else as long as she was winning these races.

Ren looked out the window at the boys surrounding the girl that she'd been yelling at. "Braxton, hold it!" She opened the door and flew out towards the crowd of people, grabbing the back of shirts and yanking guys back. "Get the hell back, you pigs!" she snarled, punching a few of them in the jaw and catching a few of them in a hot spot. "Ass holes," she muttered, looking at the girl. She nailed a few more before being caught in the back of the head. "Jack ass," she snarled, catching him in the jaw. Ren looked around again at the boys as they began to back up. She sighed, shaking her head and she held out her hand to the girl. "You gotta watch yourself around here."