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"I'mMmM MiiikEey!" Kobra Kid yelled up to the sky before taking another drink from his beer. Party Poison just looked at him in disappointment and face palmed, looking down at the ground.

"AnNd he's Geeraarrd." Party Poison's head snapped up as a grin spread across my face.

"So, Gerard, huh?" Party Poison turned to me, rose spreading across his cheeks.

"W-well he's drunk and, uh-"

"If you confirm that your name is Gerard, I'll tell you my name."

"That's dangerous, Ghoul. There's a reason why we all have code names."

"Are you telling me that you popped out of the womb and your parents were like: 'Yup, he's a Party Poison.'?"

"And your parents did the same?"

"C'mon is it Gerard or not?" Party Poison looked down in defeat and nodded.

"So what's your name? Reginald or, like, Damion I bet."

"Oh no, nothing that formal." I leaned closer to the newly dubbed Gerard, so that our lips were almost touching.

"It's kinda boring. Not as cool as Gerard."

"So what is it?"

"It's...Frank." Party Poison seemed to process that, then giggled.

"All this time, and your name is Frank?"

"Yeah, I know. By the way, how does Kobra Kid know your name?"

"We're, uh, brothers."

"Oh, wow. Really? I mean I can kinda see the resemblance, now that you mention it." Party Poison stood up and stretched, then pulled his jacket closer around him. He walked over to Kobra Kid and took the beer bottle from him, telling him to go to bed. I heard him mumble something about quitting before he chucked the bottle into the wilderness. I heard it shatter from a while away and watched Party Poison walk over to the sleeping area we had set up, where Jet Star was already sleeping. He laid down on one of the blankets and bunched up his jacket in an effort to make a pillow. I stood up and began to pull of my jacket. Before he could stop me, I traded out his jacket for mine. He looked up at me sleepily and just nodded.

"No argument?"

"No, not tonight. Too tired." He yawned one more time and laid down. Within minutes, he was asleep, snoring softly.

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