"So, this is his car?  Better take good care of it, eh?" a mischievious smile played at his lips, before he opened his mouth wide to roll the cig back on his tongue.  He turned the ignition over and revved the little 4cylinder to its limit.  As soon as Gerad had clicked his buckle, Yousef popped the clutch and let the front tires kick loose a bit before they gained traction, and the car lurched forward slowly.  He swung out into traffic quickly and recklessly gunning his way down the narrow street, cycling gears as quickly as the tiny car would allow.  Pulling the E-brake and downshifting, he slid the car into a drift around a corner and braked hard so the car spun into the parking lot of the local station.  He put it in reverse and stuck the bubblegum package of a vehicle into a spot.  He grinned at everyone before hopping out and heading in to grab a bottle of Vodka.<br/><br/>He ignored the gaping look of the worker behind the counter and rolled his cig back out to take a couple of puffs.  He spotted a good brand of cheap vodka and snagged it. At the counter he dropped a few Euro and pointed at a pack of Marlboro Reds.  He put the pack in his pocket and walked back to the car, waiting for everyone to get situated before getting in, once more rolling the cig back into his mouth.