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It was another night in the zones, vibrent stars shined above the desert. Poison was fixing up the Trans-Am because the breaks just weren’t the same. They had been working on it for a while and their partner Funghoul was growing more and more frustrated that his partner was still outside even though Poison knows how to protect themselves out in the zones. The rest of the crew were in the Diner playing cards and eating what they could manage for diner. They heard the door open and looked up from the car, of course it was Ghoul. Poison knew that look too well, they had been out too long for Ghoul.
Poison: “I’ll be done with this soon enough Ghoulie.”
Ghoul: “You said that like an hour ago Pois, come inside it’s getting late.”
Poison sighed knowing Ghoul was absolutely right. The sun had long since fallen behind the horizon.
Poison: “Alright I’ll head in, I’m sure Phoenix would want to kick my ass at blackjack wouldn’t they?”
Ghoul: “Well they are damn good.”
Poison: “Yeah yeah, don’t rub it in my face too much.”
The two walk into the diner holding hands where The Girl and Jet Star are playing checkers and Phoenix is playing blackjack with Dr. Death and absolutely demolishing him. Kobra Kid was next to Jet being close as ever.
Phoenix: “Look who’s finally back, guess your little lover boy had to drag you back inside.”
They have that stupid smirk on their face. Poison rolls their eyes not even making a comment as to not feed into Phoenix’s ego with being pissed off.
Poison: “Oh shut up Phoenix”
Phoenix: “Come on, you know I’m right Poison.”
Poison: “Don’t make me come over there and knock that fuck ass smirk off your face.”
Jet Star: “Language Poison, swear jar.”
Oh how could Poison forget, this was their idea. They made it from keeping Ghoul from swearing around The Girl. Way for this to come full circle to them. They sigh and drop a few carbons into the jar.
Ghoul: “Wasn’t that your idea Pois?”
Poison: “Yeah I know, we’ve been over this before.”
Ghoul: “Still ironic as hell.”
Phoenix raises their hands in the air and smiles, it was clear that they just won yet another game of blackjack.
Dr. Death: “Oh come on, again?” Phoenix: “Yes again Doc.” Phoenix looks over to Poison with a smirk on their face. Poison already knew what question was going to be asked. Though what was it worth avoiding it? Poison: “I’m not playing you, go beg Ghoul or something.” Phoenix: “You’re no fun, maybe I will ask him. Or Cherry, he’d probably play.” Jet: “I thought Cherry was busy manning the radio while Doc was busy playing you in blackjack.” Phoenix: “I’m sure he’s done Jet, it’s been long enough.”
Right on time, Cherry Cola walks into the diner. He leans against the doorway with a smug expression on his face.
Cherry: “Miss me already? I’m touched, truly.”
Poison: “Oh cut the crap Cherry, we were just curious. We know you don’t stray far from the Diner.”
Cherry: “Surree, did your boyfriend have to drag you back inside before you were a BL/IND target?”
Poison blushes not expecting to be called out in this very moment. They break eye contact with Cherry and stay silent. Ghoul walks up behind them and wraps his arm around Poison’s shoulders.
Ghoul: “Sure did”
He says with a smirk on his face clearly proud of how Cherry is right Poison puts their head in their hands and groans
Poison: “Now’s not the time Ghoul.”
Ghoul: “Oh fineee, I’ll leave you be.”
Poison: “Thank you Ghoul.”
Cherry snickers as he watches this go down.
Cherry: “Alright lovebirds that’s enough wholesomeness for the evening.”
Dr. Death: “Well they are better than Jet and Kobra, just look at those two.”
Jet and Kobra who have since stopped playing checkers were cuddling in one of the booths and Kobra is in Jets lap.
Phoenix (ace as ever): “Seriously you two? Get a room before The Girl sees something she shouldn’t”
Poison smirks, of course they knew that them and Ghoul weren’t half as bad as Kobra and Jet were with PDA. It was getting quite late and the group did like to keep The Girl on a normal-ish sleep schedule which was Jet’s job for the most part as being the mom of the group.
Poison: “Well I suppose you should get Girly to bed soon, try not to wake her up in the middle of the night because you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”
Jet(not hearing the last part): “Yeah probably should, Girl let’s get you ready for bed.”
The three get up from the booth and start heading towards the back of the diner where the crew slept for the most part. The rooms weren’t great but they worked for their purposes. Jet pauses realizing what Poison said and shot a glare at them. To which Poison shrugged their shoulders with a smirk on their face.
Later-
Ghoul and Poison were outside after a few hours of not being able to fall asleep. They were laying on the hood of the Trans-Am looking at the sky. Thé constatations and the Milky Way high in the sky and bright as ever. The zones always had such good views of the sky at night when it wasn’t cloudy. That was the best part of living so far away from Bat City. Poison interrupting the silence as per usual.
Poison: “Y’know, I always take stuff like this for granted. Look at how pretty the sky is tonight.”
Ghoul: “Fair enough, though I think that I rather not be on the hood of a car. It sure is chilly at night.”
Poison: “Well whose choice was it to not bring a jacket when you know that dessert nights are cold?”
Ghoul: “Mine I suppose.”
Poison: “We should probably get some amount of sleep.”
Ghoul: “Yeah, Yeah, alright you have a point. If it gets us out of the cold I am here for it.”
Poison ruffles Ghouls hair affectionately before they hop off the hood of the ‘Am Ghoul following close by. Despite how he acts, he always likes how affectionate Poison is to him. It’s always so sweet how the kick-ass leader of the Fabulous Killjoys is such a softie for their partner.