Just a little Party and Jet character development. Please leave me some reviews, Motorbabies. I know more of you are reading this than are reviewing. Even if it's simply, "Good." I appreciate the feedback.

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Party and Jet settled down at the table, cans of fruit cocktail in hand.

"Where is everyone? It seems so quiet," Jet asked, tossing a slice of pineapple into his mouth. Party shrugged, examining the cherry he had speared on his fork.

"I think Truth is off planning some weekend getaway to the pool. She's with Lee, as usual. Ghoul and Hurry are off looking for more supplies with Kobra. The Doctor and Show Pony are both commissioning a rescue mission of some newbies off the Main Route. It is really quiet without them," Party agreed.

"Weekend getaway?" Jet asked, raising an eyebrow and with it, part of his immense fro.

"Yeah. All the food rations we'll need, the sleeping stuff...Truth loves to plan trips and parties, even if they never happen. Why do you think she has all those notebooks piled up in her closet?" Party snorted. "Why do you think she always asked if we got her new paper when we came back from raids?"

"Oh...I never really noticed her much at all before," Jet said. "I mean, she was always with Hurry. Until Hurry and Ghoul came together that is, and then she was mostly in her room by herself or off on missions with Kobra."

"Yeah. She writes a lot. Poetry, stories, songs, and plans. She loves lists, I'll tell you that. I've never met anyone who loved paper and ink more than Truth," Party said, nodding his cherry hair for added emphasis. Jet nodded and went back to eating his can of fruit. They sat in companionable silence until Truth came bouncing in several minutes later with a ratty notebook in her hands.

"Would you guys want to go on a trip this weekend? A real one? Doctor Death Defying says that the heat wave will come back Friday night and probably last through Sunday afternoon, so I figured it would be fun to have a sort of getaway at the pool," Truth said, almost shy. Jet nodded, his mouth full of food.

"Yeah! That sounds like a great plan, Truth. What will we need?" Party asked.

"Oh! Don't worry about anything. I'll plan it out and pack everything, okay?"

"Alright, Truth. But if you need any help let us know," Jet smiled. She blushed and nodded before bounding back to her room and, unlike any of the others, gently closing her door behind her.

"I still don't trust Lee all that much," Jet said, looking after her.

"Why not? He's been here two weeks and nothing has happened," Party pointed out.

"Yeah, but what if something happens and he becomes suddenly violent? What if, out of nowhere, his brainwashing kicks in? Truth would bear the brunt of any attack since she's always closest to him," Jet reasoned.

"It's a risk I think she's willing to take. Have you seen the way she looks at him?" Party inquired.

"Yeah. Like she's looking at the most beautiful thing she's ever seen," Jet sighed. "I just don't want her to get hurt for no reason."

"Love is always a good reason," Party stated. "I mean, we've all done stupid and crazy things in the name of love. You have, I have...I'll always miss Mad Gear, but she's not coming back. I used to jump in front of so many laserbeams for her. I jumped off the roof once, broke my ankle, remember? But I'd do anything for Mad Gear before she was ghosted. And now they all have the choice to take that chance."

"Yeah, you're right," Jet said, standing and throwing his can away. "I'm going to take a nap before Truth asks us to help pack up stuff for this trip."

"Alright, I'll do the same. Night Jet," Party said, standing and stretching.

"Night Party."

And the two men walked down separate hallways to lay in equally lonely beds, thinking back on the loves they had known and lost and mourned.