Mascara was applied heavily to thin eyelashes, wine red lip stick was smoothed over her lips, black eyeliner outlined light grey eyes, a light rouge colored her already creamy white cheeks. Dressed in nothing more than her brothers black baggies with the long metal chain clinking together, a one-strap black tank top, and a pair of small heeled black leather boots she was sitting outside her best-friends truck in some guys driveway silently sipping a beer from its clear long neck bottle. Shoulder length black hair was in corn-rows along the top of her head letting the rest fall freely.

She sat on the truck bed swinging her feet as her friends played music and watched the races out on the street. The nights actions were just a blurr. She remembered the loud punk rock concert she had been dragged too in a last minute; no-questions-asked, no-excuses, invite from her friend Kalie. There had a been a mosh pit and her eye still stung from being flung into some guys elbow. There had been drinking and she had gotten a light buzz, but remembering the races, which were her favorite part of the night, she hadn't drunk much. She had been drunk enough to end up on one of the drummers laps for a make-out session, but that was all that had happened, as far as she could remember.

The ride back hadn't been easy on her, as the guy who had driven her to the concert had gotten a bit more drunk than intended and even though Tion was the big muscular guy she always rode with, and the responsible one for that matter. The ride hadn't been smooth and Kalie ended making him pull over so she could throw her guts up on the side of the highway. Tion had then given her a bottle filled with what he thought was water to rinse her mouth out, but was actually filled with smirnoff, which only allowed her to get sick again and wretch a little inside Tion's truck. Tion had then cussed her out the rest of the way to the races, seeing as how much he loved his Dodge Baja and the interior he had just put inside it last month.

Once they arrived at the races she had exited the truck as quickly as possible and ran to help get her favorite riders bike off her truck.

"Trick, need any help?"

The short-black haired, green eyed girl in black baggies and a tight leather tank-top smiled, "Sure Tithe, I could always use a little extra help getting this damn thing of Tarrence's truck."

A tall boy with brown hair and bleached bangs slammed the truck door, "What the hell is that suppose to mean?"

"That you're fucking truck is to fucking high off the fucking ground and this fucking bike is fucking heavy!" She screamed at him getting glances from others standing around.

A smirk appeared on Tarrences face before he walked towards Trick and kissed her, "Alright you damn incompetent girl, lets get you're fucking bike off my fucking truck."

She smiled at him and then glanced back at Tithe, "Don't just stand there girl, give me a hand here!"

Tithe jumped back to reality and up onto the ramp as Tarrence slowly backed the bike off and she and Trick slowly let it roll down the ramp.

When the back was on the ground Trick had started to inspect it, "Jaleel didn't put any nitrus in this thing did he?"

"How should I know, do I look like you're fucking mechanics assistant?" Tarrence was putting the ramps back in the truck.

"Doesn't look like it, I'll give it a run just to check though," she placed a black bandanna on her head and then slid the infamous 'Queen of Cali' crown/helmet on her head, "Tithe you got a bike yet?"

The shorter black-haired girl snorted, "Please, you expect my father to buy me a bike at eighteen? I still have to finish highschool remember?"

"Right, I forgot, still living the almost-sheltered life, huh?"

"Yeah, it's weird," Tithe fingered the chain on her baggies, "He'll let me go out with Tion, knowing I will get drunk and might come back pregnant, but he won't let me get a fuckin' bike."

"Shit, you should stop by our place sometime, I got a ton of bikes we ain't never gonna use." Tarrence was now beside Trick leaning against the black and silver GSxR that had claimed Trick her title.

"Really, what are you doing with that many bikes?" She smirked, "Saving up for when Alex can ride?"

Trick glared, "Tithe, just because I come out here, get drunk, race, and win big, doesn't mean I want this for my daughter. You'll do well to not mention anything about my daughter. I've killed someone over that before if you remember."

Tithe winced, she knew, Stunt the once-upon-a-time president of the Psyche Brothers motorcycle club had gotten a bullet put through his brain when he threatened Trick's daughter Alexandria.