Max walked on through, wading through the crowd, the sight of exotica to tuner a sight to behold. While Nordic was a predominantly McLaren and Porsche specialist, the fact all sorts came here said volumes, perhaps even lengths about what sort of a car culture was bred here in this carpark. Somehow the Brit wondered how the fuck this was still going, given that there were so many people, but then again, that wasn't his thought to comprehend. There was something brewing here, more than just a car meet. And Max really wanted to get stuck in. 

"Yeah, but there are a fucking lot of people here....and a tall Nordic bloke is gonna be fairly average for LA. It's weird here, right? Glad we have a mutual friend though." Max said, a laddish but wholesome comment as he chuckled, the sight of the cafe inside filled with fewer cars, yet more people.

Going inside, the tall Faroese man could be seen across the bar, heartily chuckling as he stood by his McLaren 720S, the blue and gold coloured car an archetypal example of what Nordic could produce. Whilst it looked not too dissimilar, it had a bodykit that made the already glued together supercar look even more gorgeous, with a power map and customisation inside making the interior even more...homely, warm, and tight fit as a supercar like this could be. It was an incredibly difficult modification to pull off on an ultimately desgined machine, yet Magnus was showing it could be done with taste, class and exotic design. The zero-alcohol can of beer in his hand probably told him he was socialising, staying sober for the fact that he may have been involved in something logistical.

"There he is." Max said, walking across and past a few groups of other owners, waving over to the Norseman. Magnus waved back, Max chuckling as he felt he'd finally come across a more familiar face now, someone a little more known.
"Hey, Magnus! Pleasure to meet you mate, Max Parker, one of Simon's mates....holy shit, this is a party..." Max said, Magnus laughing, the Faroese viking sipping the rest of his can, as he crushed it in his hand, yeeting it towards a bin in the distance.

"Yeah, well, what did you expect, welcome to Nordic! Uhh, you're Kaitlyn, right? I didn't think you two were a pair, unless I'm wrong...?" Magnus asked, the Brit looking perplexed for just a second, happy to meet him but a bit awkward. Ah yeah, they had mutual friends, but not in that way! Max blushed, chuckling, looking to Kaitlyn with a gentle look, almost to say "Oh Shit", as if it was a little awkward.

"Uhh...nah, we just met outside. You know, tuners and all haha!" Max sheepishly replied, Magnus chuckling, shaking his head.

"Alright, if you say so, Mister Parker. You're both probably wondering what's going on- I mean, this is the quarterly meet, but someone in the crowd, pst, not me, has something going. No pink slips- people here are way too attached to their cars to even dare gamble them, but $1000 gets you a buy in. Man over there, in the black hoody is doing something. Trying to get numbers together, but again, half the fucking people here won't dare put a scratch into their cars now they souped them up....crazy, right? 

"Now as a reputable business owner, I have absolutely nothing to do with street racing. Nooothing at all. Just a guy running a party that keeps most of these people from racing, but hey, if they decide to it's up to them. Up to you guys though if you're all in. Feel free to grab a Monster before you go though!" Magnus said, Max chuckling in response to Magnus's antics, knowing full well he was playing it quite cleverly, somewhat balancing the buisness in here with the straight up illegality someone else organising a street race would have.

"If you say so too, Magnus...thanks man. Kaitlyn, what do you think? Up for some shenanigans?"