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Jet watched as his date mate dipped the tattoo gun into the ink well and pushed it over a young killjoys arm.
“This is going to hurt a little bit” Party said before lowering their hand and starting the tattoo. As Jet watched his partner work he thought about the first job party had and how he met them.
At the time Jet’s crew existed of himself and Fun ghoul who was a runaway from the city. Jet and ghoul had been there for each other since Jet was 14. He’d originally been in a crew with his mum but when she got ghosted Jet couldn’t bare being around the crew as they held too much of a gap to even be considered his crew anymore. He picked up fun ghoul by catching him stealing some of Jets supplies. He showed ghoul the way of the zones and the two of them become as close as brothers. If it wasn’t for Jets hair people would assume they were related. The two were unstoppable in fire fights. Ghoul was a force of pure chaos and energy while Jet was a calm steady force.
Ghoul was always the more party and bar inclined of the two. Around the time Jet was 18 the pair ran into another pair of teens during a fire fight. Jet only saw the two briefly but funghoul got a better look at the taller one when he removed his helmet. Funghoul immediately turned to jet and signed “HES SO HOT”. Jet sighed. Of course that’s the first thing ghoul thinks after they’ve just survived a firefight.
After this encounter Ghoul made it his mission to find the tall brother. He talked around and figured out that the two were called the venom twins and they they were 17. The blonde (ghouls crush) was called kobra kid and his sibling was called party poison. Ghoul hit up all the bars and popular spots to try to find the elusive kobra kid. Ghoul finally found his hangout and brought Jet along as wing man.
Jet turned to ghoul a signed “ a strip club really how classy”
Ghoul stuck out his tongue in response and excitedly signed “ there he is” and made he’s way to Kibra Kid. Jet sighed and followed. He watched Ghoul turn on his hearing aid as he got closer to kobra
“Hey hot stuff!” Funghoul yelled at him.
it took all of Jets power not to face palm.
Kobra kid was leaning against a wall with a steely look on his face. His blond hair gleamed under the club lights. Kobra turned his head to ghoul at the remark and his lips turned barely up in a smile.
“I am a hot enough to get a free drink?” he responded. Ghouls face lit up and the two made their way over to the bar.
Great jet thought, just leave me alone in a strip club. Suddenly the music changed and an an outer stepped on the stage.
“Introducing everyone’s favourite stripper in the zones …. it’s Red!” The announcement was met with a see of shouts and whistles. The music changed to saccharine by jazmin bean and a slender being walked up to the pole and began to dance.
Jet was a gentleman and didn’t know where to look so he started with the killjoys head. Red had shocking red hair.Fitting jet thought. They had an adorable upturned pixie nose. They had glitter, and black eyeliner on.
As red was dancing expertly on the pole and causing a lot of commotion jet began to move his eyes down.Red was wearing a sheer black bralette on their flat chest with little skull over the nipples. This caused jet to blush. His eyes moved back the slender stomach and his breath caught in his throat when he saw the black lace boy shorts and the bright red massive heels.
All of sudden Kobra appeared beside him sporting a new hickey and with a very happy ghoul beside him.
“Enjoying the goods?” he drawled.
Jet couldn’t even get words out his mouth and just spluttered.
Kobra smirked. “That right there is my sibling.”
oh so this was the other half of the infamous venom twins.
“Their name is party poison and they are nonbinary if you touch or misgender them i’ll break your fingers”
“Gotcha, I wouldn’t dream of it” Jet responded sincerely. After a seconds he asked “How do you feel about your sibling being a stripper?”
“I hate it.” Kobra announces clearly “ I wish they’d find some other way to makes us money. I wish i could make us more money racing. But at least we’re not in that fucking city anymore.”
“I’m going to get another drink” kobra announces. “you coming ghoul?” Ghoul followed him like a puppy. Jet star was happy for his friend but also not surprised that he was so whipped for a guy he’s met twice and once was a brief meeting in a fire fight.
Clubs weren’t really Jets scene so he left the club to stand outside and look at the lights. Jets was there for a few minutes when he heard a distressed voice. He went on alert and looked for the source. Th source was coming from the back of the club where an old killjoy had their hands on Red.
“Come on baby. You know you want it” the older killjoy slurred.
“The rules are no touching. get off” Red -no-Party poison responded.
“That wasn’t the rules with my friend last week, i have more money than him”
“It was a one time thing my brother needed medicine”
The killjoys voice became malicious “I can make you need medicine”
Jet yelled “they said no fuck off”
“oooo who is this ,fancy a three way?” the drunk slurred.
“they said no!”
The jackass began to move his hands around party. Jet couldn’t take it anymore he decked the man in the face.
The man finally backed off and went inside the bar.
“If you want a thank you fuck it’s not happening” Party poison said with false confidence. Jet could hear their voice shaking underneath.
“No fucks wanted here, i’m demi’s I just want make sure you were ok party poison”
“oh cool, wait how do you know my name?!”
“your brother”
“that little shit” their teeth rattled.
Jet wordless took off his jacket and put it over them. Party started crumbling into jet.
“i’m not a object. I know i’m sexy on stage and it’d be ok if men weren’t such creeps. But i need to help kobra and i need to keep us afloat. “ they blubbered.
Jet patted their back. In a moment of confidence and pure caring he said “do you want to join my crew?”
they look up surprised and confused.
“I pretty sure my crew members and your brother have already hooked up in the middle of bar so we’re basically family”
Party sniffled “ i’d like that very much…mr. i don’t know your name do i?”
“It’s Jetstar”
“i’m honoured mister jet star”
Jet star smiled.
“Shit there’s eyeliner and glitter all down my face it’s there”
Jest star just silently wiped it away.
“Thank you”
That wasn’t the last time party worked at the strip club but it was the last time they got hurt by any old drunks. Jet was always or he was there to pick up the peices of party and help them.
Kobra and Ghoul started dating immediately. It took 6 months for jet to admit he was sweet on party and half an hour for kobra to make it happen. It was ghoul actually who suggested they do tattoos as party was always painting everything. There was a mural on every wall of the diner. Party was able to quit stripping and do something they loved to earn money.
They still danced occasionally but just for jet privately or if show pony needed a shift covered.
Jets train of memories faded as the hum of the tattoo gun increase. Party looked up from their work and blew jet a kiss. Jet chuckled silently to him self. He was the luckiest bastard in all of the zones.