“Shut up and sing with me!”
The sun had been beating down on the car all day, the engine running as hot as they could let it.
The siblings had taken their normal seats- driver and shotgun, Kobra nodding his head along to the music blasting full volume out the radio, the blood and life of the desert, as party sung along, moving with the beat. Ghoul had the window down, yelling the lyrics loud enough for the whole desert to hear, Jet bouncing their leg enough for it to be felt through the body of the car with the pulse beat.
These were the best days. The days where they ran errands for the doctor or just looked looked for something to do.
The day’s killjoys longed for.
They drove through the midday heat, much in the same fashion as before, when they noticed what was clearly a temporary concert stage being put up on the horizon. Exactly what they had been looking for.
Ghouls eyes lit up. He had been fidgeting more in the past hour, getting restless and singing louder than before. Kobra had been rubbing his knees more- being sandwiched up in the car made him start to ache after a while. Jet had been looking more anxious, looking behind them more, as if one long drive without a fight was too good to be true.
It was a silent agreement to stop, a glance at each other, followed by smiles and cheers all around.
Party did a wide skid, throwing up a cloud of dust, before stopping. The sun was bound to set soon, and the joys were starting to gather. Mad gear concerts always did that. Word spread quicker than wildfire.
The air was full of chatter and booze and laughter and cigarettes, thick with electric energy and anticipation. Kobra stretched the second he was free, fun ghoul bouncing as Jet quickly scanned the area before letting a large grin sweep over their face. Party let out a whoop as they grabbed their moonshine then a locked their treasured car.
“Party time!” They flashed a wide grin and cracked open a can, chuckling at their own half assed joke.
Kobra just Rolled his eyes and got two cans, passing one to Ghoul, who took it and took a large drink. Just as Jet took their own can, cheers waved over the crowd.
Mad gear stood alone, smile as electric and bright as the air “KILLJOYS. SHUT UP AND SING WITH ME!”
