Some street convo:

"Hey there little poodle, how 'about you take a ride on someone else's lap for a change?" ...... Goodie face of disgust and groaned before turning to gauge Main's reaction. Before she could even lock eyes with the girl she supposed was her newfound friend, Main was hurling insults.

"Hey Darrel, how 'bout you stop bothering girls who are out of your league before I tell your wife about your place on 32nd street!" Main hollered back to the driver of the beatup car as she leaned past Goodie to get a better view. 

"Cockblock/Buzzkill!" 

"Pervert!" Main screamed back at the car that was now disappearing down one of the many side roads. 

Goodie turned to the now irritated Main who apparently had yet another rivalry. At this point, it would be more surprising to meet someone who actually liked the girl, thought Goodie. It was some sort of fateful miracle or perhaps a deal with the devil himself that had saved Main from being killed after all these years.

"Who was that creep?"

"That's Darrel" she said, the name laced with loathing. "He's just another sleaze who thinks all women are here for enjoyment. For some reason he thinks driving around it his beatup ____ and catcalling every girl he sees will get him somewhere."

"Why haven't you stopped him?" Goodie asked, knowing that Main wouldn't hesitate to help put another creep in jail.

Main laughed. "Why do you think he hates me so much? We all try to get rid of him, I just happen to be the most successful. Last time he went away, we got six months of glorious quiet. Then that loser came back and decided to buy everyone. Sadly, you get used to him. He's mostly harmless, but if you happen to be in the same bar, I'd cover your drink."

By this point, Goodie had learned not to question how people got away with things in the Scums.

"What's the 32nd street place?"