Ghoul strode into the main room. Diamond, Jet, and Pony already sat in a booth, coffee and Power Pup in front of them.
"Morning!" Diamond called to him. He smiled and went to grab his own food.
"Breakfast of champions," Jet smirked as Ghoul joined them in the booth.
"Killjoys," Diamond corrected.
"Same difference," replied Pony.
"Touché."
They ate in silence, each Killjoy trying as hard as possible to keep the dog food down. It was something that you could eat every day and still not get used to the taste of.
Ghoul piped up, "You guys wanna go for a drive? Maybe some Vend-A-Hacking?"
Jet laughed, "Antsy to get out now that Diamond has full mobility?"
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't." Ghoul shrugged, smiling.
"I feel bad," Diamond nudged him playfully, "keeping you inside all day."
"You don't. I do."
"You over-protective parental nature does." Pony said, "But that's beside the point. I was thinking of racing."
"Racing?" Diamond asked.
"Who against who?" Jet asked, ignoring her.
"Out in the desert." Pony smiled, "Trans Am versus Dr. Death's van. Winner gets Ghoul's secret porn stash."
Ghoul and Diamond both promptly choked on mouthfuls of Power Pup. Diamond because she was laughing, Ghoul because he was mortified. Hurriedly, he recovered and tried to defend himself over the laughter of everyone at the table.
"Excuse me? I don't have-"
"Sure you don't." Pony cut him off, smirking, "And I totally haven't found it."
"But I don't have-"
"Anyway," Pony said loudly, cutting Ghoul off a second time, "I'll drive the van. Me, Diamond and Missle against Ghoul, Jet, and Kobra."
"No Party?" Jet asked.
"He had a really rough night." Ghoul said sadly.
"That means no Kobra either."
"Then it's uneven," Pony frowned, "Who'll be the third?"
"Third in what?"
They turned to look at the door. Agent Cherri Cola stood, helmet in hand, her blonde hair tied back messily. Cropped bangs fell in her eyes, which were obscured by sunglasses. She waved in greeting.
"We're racing!" Pony exclaimed excitedly, waving back.
"Jet and I in the Trans Am. Pony, Missile, and Diamond in Dr. D's van." Ghoul explained, "We need a third. You in?"
Cherri considered the offer.
"If Dr. D doesn't have anything better for me to do, sure."
After it was pointed out that this would be a race between the older Killjoys and the three youngest Killjoys, the van got a ten-second head start. Much to Ghoul's displeasure.
They would head down Route Guano, to the old traffic cone Pony had found in the back of the Diner a few months ago. Then they would turn around and off-road it back to the Diner. Simple enough.
"You're going down," Ghoul smirked at Diamond as they headed for the cars.
"In your dreams, shorty." Diamond retorted swiftly.
