Later, I rolled back over to Fillmore's dome, only to have a tagalong nudge my back bumper. I gasped and whirled around to find Brian, parked there and grinning. "Can I help you?"

"Ya wanna go out? Now that you're a car, you can see why they like joyriding so much."

"I dunno, I'm not really sure…"

"Oh, c'mon Foxy, you'll be fine."

"All right…"

"Awesome, then let's go!"

We headed out, with Wingo, DJ, and Boost pulling up behind. "All right, I've watched you guys do this before, so it's just causing trouble?"

"Kinda, dude. All you're really doin' is scarin' them."

"So… just driving up behind them and blowing my horn?"

"Nahh, it's more then that, dude. Ya gotta really scare them, and if they chase after ya, it's a bonus." Boost and Wingo laughed at DJ, who grinned.

"So, I want them to chase after me?"

"Right. Make 'em mad."

"So, why don't I watch, that way you guys can show me?"

"Nope. Go on, get in the ring, dude. Ya gotta fight your own fights." I sighed, then yelped as Wingo pushed me, roughly, into traffic. The four were soon behind me, and I called back to them. "Who am I going for?" I asked, and Boost called out to me to harass a minivan up ahead. I instantly saw the van, toting a mattress on his roof. I began subtle, first by riding up on his back bumper, more and more every few minutes until I could catch him shooting me evil glances through his sideview mirrors. I revved my engine, teasingly, and inched closer to his bumper. I think I sent him over the edge on that, because when he looked back at me, he was livid. Absolutely livid. I took off down the highway just as suddenly as I had come, and I could hear the tuners following my lead.

Once we got to an unused police hideout, I stopped, as did the others. "No dice, dude."

"Yeah, I know, I suck." I replied with a sigh.

"No, no dice. As in, I don't think they're bitin' tonight."

"So now what? We just head on back home?"

"Nope. We go out."

"Aren't we already 'out'?" For some reason, that made them laugh.

"Nah, not this kinda out, dude. You'll see." With that, the four pulled out, and headed down the highway, leaving me to fall into position beside Brian.

"Eyo, DJ!" I shouted, and he dropped back to hear me.

"'Sup?"

"Tunage?"

"Sure."

"Sexy and I Know It."

He chuckled, then I watched as a CD was chosen, and inserted into the CD player that took up the entirety of his rear end. Soon, the beat began blasting out of his speakers, and it wasn't long before my hood was nodding in time to the sound. He drove back up to the front of the line, and I looked over at Brian with a smile.

We cruised through the lanes of cars and tractor trailers, which I was still wary of. Every time I would go past one, I tensed up involuntarily. When I went by two, I was fighting to keep my eyes on the road as I kept glancing from one truck to the other. With Brian in front of me, and two tractor trailers on either side, I really didn't want to freeze up and go skidding out of control. As it was, I forced myself to not try and rear-end him, and to keep going the same speed. It was hard, especially when you're waiting for a retreaded tire to explode, and send a giant hunk of black rubber straight at your windshield. Somehow, I was able to keep things under control, and we made it to wherever they wanted to go without incident.

I looked at the building, and soon discovered that it was a club. Blue Venom, to be exact. "So, we were going out clubbin'."

"Yep! DJ does gigs here every few nights during the week, so they all know us. They'll let you in because you're a smokin' chick, and that's the way they are." Wingo replied, arching an eyelid suggestively.

I, on the other hand, rolled my eyes with a sigh. "You guys, do we really have to?"

"Uh, hello? It's a club. Yeah, we have to."

I sighed, and my hood drooped.

"C'mon, it'll be great! There's all sorts of guys and other chicks in there!"

"I'm not trying to hook up with anyone!" I exclaimed, but they didn't listen. I was soon dragged inside, not knowing at all what to expect. However, things were much different when I left. For one, my thought process was slightly muddled by the numerous alcoholic beverages I had drank.

Although I was sure that I had gone in with the DRH, I had somehow come out with Lightning, Jeff Gorvette, Lewis Hamilton, and Nigel Gearsley. The four of us were all slightly intoxicated, and I think I vaguely remember beginning to sing Hakuna Matata, with the others joining in. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a bed next to Jeff Gorvette. Funny thing though, I never realized it until I heard his voice ring out from my side.

"Did ya have fun last night, Foxy?"

As soon as I heard the voice, my idol's voice, my bumper dropped in amazement. I blinked my eyes open, and there he was, snuggled against my side and underneath a blanket that was draped over our roofs. I uttered a small squeak, not able to say anything. Had I really slept with my idol?

"Foxy? Earth to Foxy?" He called, waving a tire in front of my face. "What's wrong? Why aren't you talking? Last night we couldn't get you to stop!" He laughed at that, and I began blushing furiously. I had been intoxicated then, so I was going to be more then comfortable around him.

"I-I-I'm all right…" I managed to squeak out, and he gave me a weird look. "We-We didn't-I-I'm not-"

"Nope. You just decided to crawl in and fall asleep. It was kinda funny actually."

I sighed with relief, and my hood sank to the mattress again.

"You sure you're all right?"

"Yeah, it's just that, well…" At his look, I sighed. "It's just that… well, it's something that's on every fangirl's bucket list, I'm sure…" I replied, not knowing how else to word it.

"What? Sleep with me?"

"Not you, per say, just their biggest idol in the entire world…." I finished in a squeak, my voice getting smaller and smaller by the minute. To my surprise, he laughed. It wasn't a creeped-out laugh, it wasn't an 'I feel really awkward' laugh, it was just a laugh.

Like an 'Oh, that was really funny' laugh. "You're funny, Foxy. Lightning was right about you."

"He was?"

"Yeah, he said that you're really nutzy, but in a good way. You're really funny too." He gave me a smile, and I swore that I melted.

"So, just to get things straight, we didn't do anything else, right? Like, I just decided to come snuggle, and fell asleep here?"

"I wouldn't really call it snuggling, but yeah, pretty much."

"Why not snuggling?" I asked worriedly, and he shook his hood.

"Not anything bad like that, it's just that there was no snuggling about it. You crawled underneath the blanket, plopped down on the mattress, then it was lights out. Not something I would have expected someone with your reputation to do. I would've expected more snuggling, at least." He laughed again, and I grinned guiltily.

"I'm sorry that I don't live up to my snuggly reputation all the time."

He began laughing harder, and once he had stopped, we exited the room. Just my luck. Lightning was waiting for us out in the hallway, and I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his windshield when he saw me rolling out of the room after Jeff. As it was, his front bumper was on the ground. "Foxy?"

"Hi, Light." I replied, beginning to think the worst of my sleepover. I watched as Lightning tried to form some sort of explanation, but all that came out of his mouth was babbling.

Finally Jeff held up a tire, ready to explain. "I didn't expect her to come in, but remember, she was pretty drunk last night. I just wanted to see what would happen, and not much did. She just climbed in, tossed the blanket over her roof, hit the mattress, then she was out. And she sleeps like a bear, too. How long do you normally sleep for, Foxy?" He finally turned to me, and I shrugged.

"Not sure, although not usually this late…" I replied, looking up at the sun. It was right around noon.

"None of us do." Lightning replied, and I knew he meant the town. "Well, the two of us had better be going, since the others will probably be freaking out."

"You mean that you two aren't going to show us this town? This Radiator Springs?"

"Remember, we only raced through it, there wasn't much time for sightseeing."

"All right, all right, then we'd better head back. It should only take an hour or so." We nodded, and one by one filed out. I was able to battle Jeff into letting me pay half the room bill, since I had shared the room, and a bed.

Once everything was squared away, we headed for home. "So, how did you make your way to that club?"

"A few other friends of mine, the DRH. One of them works there, so they go there a lot. They said that hot chicks get in for free, which was why they brought me along."

"But that club only opens at nine. What were you doing until then?" Lightning asked, dropping back to talk with the two of us. He had already given directions to Lewis and Nigel, and the two were driving not too far ahead.

"Oh, they wanted to show me how much fun it is terrorizing other cars, but I couldn't even get a minivan to chase me, so we gave up on that pretty quickly."

Jeff and Lightning laughed, and I grinned.

"Only you, Foxy."

"What? I tried nearly ramming him with my bumper, but all that did was make him a little mad." I replied, and they both laughed.

"He was probably mad that you were being such a tease, Foxy." Lightning replied, and I felt my bumper drop down in surprise.

"Yeah, but she sure wasn't afterwards. Made herself right at home." Jeff replied, and the two cracked up.

Finally, giggling, they got off at the exit that led to Radiator Springs, me following along behind. I had never driven this road before, and I noticed how it went from nice, smooth tarmac to patched and cracked asphalt. It was a slightly jolting ride, one that would definitely dump you on the side of the road if you weren't careful. Luckily, the racers seemed used to it, and I just followed along.

Finally, we got back to town, and the others looked overjoyed to see me.

"The boys came back, but you were nowhere in sight! Thank goodness Lightning had decided to go out last night." Was she scolding me? You know what, I think I was actually getting scolded! I nearly laughed at my thoughts, but then Flo nuzzled my fender with hers. "We're just glad that you're in one piece, hun."

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, before I could stop it. The innocent confusion must've leaked out of my eyes, because the others looked towards me, surprise written across their faces.

"Was that innocence I heard?" Sheriff asked, and I could see he was trying not to laugh.

"It was, Sheriff." Doc replied, chuckling.

"And here we thought we were gettin' a Foxy with no innocence whatsoever!"

"I think that's the first time she's ever sounded innocent, ever."

"No it's not!" I pouted, and this only seemed to make them laugh more.

"Now she really does sound like a child." The group of racers were parked in the road, giggling quietly.

"Come on, I'm serious! Why wouldn't I be in one place?" That set them off laughing hysterically, and I realized what I had said too late.

"I'm not sure, why wouldn't you be in one place, Foxy?" Doc teased, making it worse.

By now, the entire cafe was laughing at me and my screwups, and my blushing was getting impossible to hide. All I could do was sit there, as I gradually felt my fenders and hood heat up. This seemed to make it even worse, because now Lightning was laughing hysterically, and nothing good ever came out of that. Jeff and Lewis were laughing nearly as hard as he was, which left Nigel as the only one who was still chuckling quietly. I would have to thank him for that later, since he seemed to be the only one interested in not degrading me. Finding that he was only laughing because it was the polite thing to do helped me acquire more control over my situation that I had gotten myself into.

"Why wouldn't I be in one piece?" There, it was finally in the air.

"There's all sorts of things that could happen, Foxy. Other guys looking for women to hook up with in one-night stands, guys looking to rob a woman, heck, some of them even attack women." As soon as he said that, my eyes grew wide, remembering that awful period which still woke me up shaking every so often. I didn't realize that I was staring blankly into space until someone nudged my fender. I shrieked, and they leapt away, startled.

"Sorry, Foxy."

"Sheriff! How many times have I told you not to interrupt me when I'm thinking? It doesn't happen often!" That got them snickering, and I glanced over at Jeff, to find him grinning. "So, what you're telling me is that I'm a piece of rear bumper that a guy would be more then happy to do the nasty with, then dump in the middle of nowhere, and the only thing I would have was a drunken state of mind?"

"What happened to innocent Foxy? Let's bring her back." Sheriff responded, sending him and Doc into hysterical giggles. I looked over at the two, thinking of two teenage boys who had just said something 'naughty'. I rolled my eyes, sighing. "But yeah, that's pretty much it."

"All right, so I'll lay low, then try and get outta there."

"Foxy, now you're just being ridiculous."

"Fine. maybe I am. Would you have been able to think of anything better?"

Doc clearly seemed unamused, and his stare proved it. "Foxy."

"Okay, okay. I screwed up, bigtime. I suppose you're going to punish me by making me do boot camp for a week, right?"

"Nope."

"A million laps around the Butte?"

He shook his hood.

"Then what?"

"You'll see…"

Okay, that was creepy. I quickly brushed it off, and turned back to the racers. "Anyone interested in sightseeing?" The group chuckled, and we headed for our first stop, the Butte.

I'm sorry for not updating for forever, you guys! I've been working on what I'm sure are my longest stories yet, and I just haven't been paying attention to what day it happens to be, and ugh... I'm awful. So, here's a super-duper long chapter that explains the aftermath of 'Clubbin' a little more. XD