We Are the Kids From Yesterday

Late Dawns & Early Sunsets

As usual, Party went to completely disregard any advice Noir had tried to give him. He wasn't about to let some squeaky motorbaby, barely even a Killjoy tell him how to live. In the next week he and the boys had gotten ready (mostly mentally) to head down to farther zones. They had some authority there from making their names known in the past. The Fabulous Four was probably the most well-known crew of Killjoys by far and it was known that you couldn't mess with them if you loved your life. Party and the boys refused to kill too often, only they would ruin lives to the point it'd be more merciful to kill, but they'd leave you alive unless you hit a real agitated nerve.

But in the next week, Party had also spent so much more time with Ghoul. Just the two of them. And it felt so good to be with him all the time as obvious as everything was likely becoming to Jet and Kobra with how often they'd disappear together. But it had been beautiful time. They'd cuddle and kiss and just talk and wonder how they had lived without the other so intimately, so completely. They were both happier than they had ever been before and it was because of each other.

"You guys ready?" Ghoul called from outside the warehouse. "C'mon, hurry up!! I wanna get going soon as possible!"

"Be a bit patient, will you, Ghoul?" called Jet, stuffing a few more things into his backpack before putting it on and walking out, followed by Party and Kobra who were chatting quietly.

"Kobra, I'm pastel," said Party, his eyes not moving from Ghoul, though he was talking to Kobra as they walked. In love. Something Party never thought he'd admit to.

"Lemme guess, you can't tell me with who?" said Kobra, trailing slightly behind Party.

"Not yet..." said Party. "I bet you have a guess but I want to know they're comfortable with you guys knowing first."

"I guess that's thoughtful of you," Kobra said with a small grin on his face. "I just hope the person treats you well because no one can hurt you and get away with it."

Smiling, Party ruffled Kobra's hair and said, "Aww, love you little bro."

The border from Bat City into Zone 1 drew nearer and nearer until they had crossed. Ghoul lit a cigarette once they got out of the city and Route Guano, the main road in the zones drew near.

"Guys guys guys," Party said, getting excited. "Can we head to Volt Central?" That was one of the most populated area in the zones. It was in Zone 2 and full of any party place you could ask for. Bars and clubs and strip joints and casinos lined every path and it was definitely the best place to go for a good time.

A questioning expression was on Jet's face until he saw how excited the boys had all got. "Fine," he said, letting out a soft chuckle. "You boys deserve some real fun anyway."

Party and Ghoul both cheered as Kobra turned red and gave out a little laugh. Kobra had always been less into drinking and clubbing than Party had, very rarely getting drunk. And even if he did get drunk, he was always rather calm, unlike Party who was a rather loud and outrageous drunk. But Volt Central wasn't purely for Killjoys, there were some workers who went by their birth names, but it wasn't as good for business, especially in the brothels. There was something about Killjoys that was even more attractive to many people. Especially the names they'd go by. It was a bit odd, but a regular trend throughout Volt Central.

"It's been some time since the last time I had a good beer," Party said, quickening his pace. "This is gonna be nice."

"Don't get too drunk," said Kobra, a bit quiet but loud enough to be heard. "I don't want to be carting you around later."

Laughing, Party just said, "You'll have Jet to help you. I can't confirm or deny what will or will not happen."

Chuckling softly, Kobra just murmured, "I hate you," under his breath. The boys definitely were a giggly bunch as they continued, smiling and talking. Ghoul kept talking about how excited he was to see the girls at those strip joints but really, none of them had really seen a girl in that sense. The half-naked, dancey sense. At least, not that Party was aware of.