"Gosh, what's one heck of a story Soda." said Mark, the guy I was assigned to do my community serves with.
"Yeah, I just need to get this done so I can get my car back." I replied as I finished mopping the floor. I walked off to find the manager of the soup kitchen we were at but he was nowhere to be found so I just left the mop and bucket outside of his office and went back to the kitchen.
"I'm guessing you like cars, am I right?" mark asked me.
"Yeah, I work at a DX and I use to do a little drag racing."
"How would you like to come race for me?"
"I can't be gettin into trouble anymore."
"Don't worry, it's all down at the race strip, totally legal."
"Well I can't use my car right now."
"I got ya covered with that too kid." he said with an almost scary grin.
"I'll think about it" i said as I turned to meet Two-Bit for a ride home.
"Soda!" mark said
"Yeah?"
"I'll give you half the winnings if you decide you want to do it."
"Wait what? You don't win anything at the strip, it's all for fun, isn't it?"
"well, there is some... Private betting." he said
"I'll think about it." I said walking off.