Bleached Out Eyes

Chapter 14 - Redline to The Lockup (FINAL CHAPTER)

The Trans Am didn't look nearly as roomy as it usually did, but then that was when it was just Jet and Ghoul and their stuff. Now there were two more people and two more people's worth of bags to pack into the old machine. Granted, this wasn't much, but just Kobra and Party's presence meant that all but one of the seats were now taken, and the Trans Am couldn't really be considered a good place for sleeping during stops along Route Guano in the dead of night.

Ghoul was excited to show Party and Kobra the Lockup, which Jet was still a bit apprehensive. Of course, he was worried about what people would say about them suddenly banding together with a random killjoy and his fake brother who also happened to be a pornodroid.

"There's no kind of 'society' out here for people to have expectations for," Ghoul reasoned, rolling up the few items of clothing he had and shoving them into a bag, "And besides, the Zones are full of droids. We're all City rejects, doesn't matter if we're flesh or silicone, we're all in the same boat."

"I just..." Jet rounded the end of the bar, making his way over to where Ghoul was on the floor, "I worry about how people might treat him, you know? Most people out here aren't even gonna know that... physically male pornodroids exist, I'm just scared people might just look at him like a brand new toy to play with."

Ghoul stopped what he was doing and looking up at Jet with bored disbelief, "No one's gonna 'play' with him, and if they try to we're gonna be there to protect him. You're worrying about such a non-issue, Jet. Anyway, people out here might be crazy, desert-dwelling Killjoys," Ghoul waved his hands around and rolled his eyes, "But they're not wild animals, no one's gonna attack him."

"There's literally a gang who call themselves the Wild Animals though," Jet slumped into one of the booth seats as Ghoul glared at him.

"Are you trying to piss me off?"

"Sorry, sorry! But you can't really blame me for being worried though."

"You're right, I can't, but you need to chill. He's gonna blend right in, and if he wants to go totally incognito as a fleshy human-person, he can wear sunglasses. I know you care about him, I do too, but if you start acting twitchy about things then you are gonna be the one making us look suspicious."

Ghoul picked up his now packed bag and got to his feet, quickly changing the subject, "So, you got all the gear in the Trans Am?"

"Uh, yeah, there abouts. I had a bit of trouble with Kobra's bike parts so we have a couple of bungee hooks holding the trunk shut, but it should all be fine."

"Anything we can't take to the Lockup we can leave here, I know a few loose floorboards in the kitchen where we can stick stuff so it doesn't get pinched."

"Nah, we've got everything, it's fine."

Ghoul slung his bag over his shoulder, looking around the place to see if there was anything to grab before they left. In the silence be two of them, music reached Ghoul's ears and drew his eyes towards the kitchen. 

Without a sound, he walked away, through the kitchen and towards the open door to the garage. Here, the source of the music was evident; Party and Kobra had found the car stereo, along with Ghoul and Jet's CD and cassette collection.

Kobra was in the passenger seat, handling each disc and tape with care, reading each tiny label carefully before moving onto the next. Party, however, didn't seem to understand how delicate and precious these artifacts of the old world were, nor did he understand that you don't ever put your damn fingers all over a CD.

Almost shoving Ghoul out of the way, Jet ran around to Party's side of the car, yelling to get his attention away from the worn out CD he was examining, and carefully took the disc and small pile of cassette's away from the droid.