(OOC: Damn... someone posted faster than me.)
The lighter did lit up without any hesitation this time round.
Taking a deep puff of the cigarette, he then paced his way towards
a coupe, his coupe. Sleek as it was, he never really called it a
sports car, it was a bloody damned clique for him. Instead, he
muttered out...
"Skyline GT-R R33, the dark horse of the GT-Rs."
Could not be bothered by the surroundings around him, he got into
his black Nissan, ignited the engine- a roar from under the bonnet
was heard, before a whine; it came from the twin turbochargers.
Lifting a smile on his face, he sped off, knowing that he would win
against the pathetic drivers with rubbish vynils on their cars
called ricers.
"Fast and Furious you say? More like Slow and Stupid."
