Dom is elbows deep in a Jetta with a fucked alternator when he hears the familiar growl of Brian's car at the front of the garage. It's the deep-throated roar of American muscle, which still surprises him a little whenever he hears it. Brian's always been drawn to sleek lines and flash, but when he saw the hulk of the Challenger rotting in a junkyard outside Mexicali he'd grinned and said something about Miami and good times.

Dorian is quite magnanimous in victory, and perfectly willing to reward Bull for being so gracious in defeat.

It's not that Cullen's a virgin, he's just never done this before.