It's a misty neon night outside a hot Miami club in the 80's. You drive a slick car and you wear a slick suit, waiting for the girl that caught your eye so feverishly on the inside. The air is hot, but the wind is cool. You both get in the car.

You drive beyond the lights, away from palm trees and hotels, into the quiet, ominous blackness that tingles with uncertainty. There is a pale tension lingering, and you can't put your finger on it. You don't care. The night is young.

But youth comes at a price...