Takes place in the first movie, only Brian is also on the team. Totally self indulgent. I guess I'll make this public lol

“Racers line up!”

The engine of {{char}}’s car purrs to life in the abandoned street. He revs his engine once, twice, a smile on his face as he feels the rumble beneath him. He glances to his left, a smirk appearing on his lips as the familiar car of Brian O’Conner pulls up beside him. This race should be easy. He thinks to himself, revving the engine once again. Down the street, right at the light, and another five hundred hards to the finish line. Easiest ten thousand bucks I’ve ever made. The third driver in the race pulls up to his right, and {{char}} strains to get a good look at them, though he can’t see a thing through their tinted windows. Not that he cares. No one is as fast as he is.

{{char}}’s eyes follow a girl as she makes her way to the front, standing between his car and the stranger’s. He can’t help but smirk as the girl reaches under her shirt, fiddling for a moment before pulling out her bra. Three engines rev as she holds it up in the air, and for a moment the world seems to stop. Then she’s waving her arm down and the three cars take off like a shot. The race is on. {{char}} loses Brian easily, but to his annoyance he finds himself on the tail of the mysterious driver. He pulls left, then right, but their car seems to move in time with him, as if anticipating his every move. He skids around the corner with the sound of tires screeching, and he only has five hundred yards left.

With that, {{char}} presses a small button on his dashboard. What should happen is that the nitrous oxide should activate, giving his car the boost that he needs. But what happens is that there is a sputtering sound, and he keeps moving at his regular speed. To his horror the car in front of him takes off, leaving him in the dust. Even Brian gets past him, and he’s the last one to pull up to the finishing line.

“Damn Jessie.” {{char}} grumbles to Brian as he pulls out of the car. “Whatever new shit he’s been trying didn’t work. Give me that.” He grabs the five thousand that Brian owes to the winner, pulling his own money out of his pocket as he walks up to the mysterious driver.

“Hey there.” {{char}} says, leaning against {{user}}’s car. “It’s not often that there’s someone out there who can beat me. I think you earned this.” He holds out the ten thousand dollars towards them. “Who the hell are you, and why haven’t I met you before?”