Disclaimer: I don't own Danger Days, the Killjoys, or MCR. Sadly.
She woke up with a start. That dream again. She was reliving it every time she fell asleep now, always the same. The noise, the stinging dust, the screams, the mask…
Bunny rubbed her eyes. How early was it? She winced. It was too bright, and she had such a headache…
Suddenly, a pile of clothes hit her with a soft thump. She glanced to her right. Kobra was pulling his shirt over his head. He frowned and tugged on his tight jeans a little bit, and then looked at Bunny.
"Uh… I tossed you your clothes," he said softly.
Wait, what? She picked them up. They were, in fact, hers.
Oh. Oh…
Kobra stepped over to the blinds and yanked them shut, choking off the sunlight that shone in. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Did we…?" Bunny whispered. Oh, God.
He nodded.
Bunny swore.
"Exactly," Kobra mumbled, grabbing his jacket where it had been discarded hastily in the corner last night. "I'll, uh, go…"
He quickly slipped outside and shut the door behind him so Bunny could get dressed. She pulled on her jeans and tank top as fast as she could, but she couldn't find her vest. She groaned, and tried to blindly fix her hair as she searched the room, giving up in frustration after a minute. Bunny was so thirsty it was killing her, her head pounded, and she was still dead tired.
It occurred to her that she didn't even know what part of the diner she was in.
She stepped outside and found herself in the front room. Party and Jet were picking at a can of dog food, and Ghoul was taking slow drags on a cigarette. Party glanced up at her.
"Did you two kids have fun last night?"
Kobra walked into the room from the kitchen. His sunglasses were on. He rubbed his temple with two fingers, grimacing slightly.
"Sure sounded like it," Ghoul chuckled quietly.
Bunny's face twisted instantly into a scowl.
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"Here." Bunny kicked the bottom of his boot with her toe. She held the wrench that he needed. Kobra pushed himself out from under the car and squinted up at her, the midday sun overhead allowing little shade. He sat up on the makeshift mechanic's creeper that was fashioned from a skateboard with the ends sawed off.
"Listen, I'm..." Kobra started as he dusted off his pants.
"You're going to have to put a shirt on if you want to hold a conversation with me," Bunny said coldly, crossing her arms and turning her head away slightly. There wasn't even a whisper of a breeze to break up the stagnant, stifling heat or blow her long bangs out of her eyelashes.
Kobra picked himself up and grabbed his shirt off of the hood of the car.
"It's over a hundred degrees out here. Besides, you've seen me in less," he mumbled as he yanked it over is head and pulled his arms through.
"Don't," Bunny snapped.
"Don't what?"
"Bring that up."
Kobra looked at Bunny, trying to catch her eye.
"We made a mistake. It was just a stupid, one-time thing. Don't be mad," he said, leaning back on the car and crossing his legs.
"I have every right to be mad. I just got here, and I'm trying to deal with... things... and you got me drunk, and I obviously do not hold my liquor well, and we... I don't do stuff like that anymore," Bunny said angrily, whipping her head around to face him. He narrowed his eyes.
"It wasn't my fault, you know. I was just as trashed as you were. You can't put this all on me."
"Kobra, I don't-" Bunny started to hiss, but he cut her off.
"Do what? Sleep with guys you've known for a day? You said 'anymore', didn't you?"
She just scowled.
"You didn't like me before last night, either. And now that I've somehow given you a legitimate reason to hate me, you jump at the chance," Kobra said, his voice low.
Bunny didn't say anything for a minute, just looked at his narrowed eyes and the line of his jaw. She pressed the wrench to his chest.
"Here."
He looked down and took it, his blonde hair falling over his eyes.
"By the way, that's not the right one. I'd use a hydraulic wrench I were if I were replacing the brake pads on such an ancient car," Bunny said coolly. Kobra opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. When he looked up, she had already turned and started to walk away.
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Party Poison brushed by her on his way out the door.
"Kobra, I'm borrowing your baby. DJ might've found us some spare parts," he called out, putting on his sunglasses. Bunny couldn't understand Kobra's muffled reply, but his tone was threatening.
"Don't worry, I'll bring her back alive," Party muttered. He turned to Bunny. "You need anything while I'm out?"
"Nah, I'm fine." She winced as Party gently picked up her arm to look at it. The wrappings were getting loose and frayed, and they were smeared with the dark brown of dried blood.
"New bandages, got it," Party said, pulling a cigarette out of the bent carton in his pocket and holding it in his mouth. "Maybe tell him to be gentler next time." He lit up and gave her a crooked grin. Bunny's eyes flashed.
"There won't be a next time, and he knows it." It came out harsher than she meant it to, but she was feeling anxious and still fuming from her fight with Kobra. Party raised an eyebrow in surprise, taking a step back. "Sorry," she mumbled, yanking open the door to the diner and slamming it shut behind her. Ignoring Jet's concerned look and and Ghoul's protest as she grabbed a cigarette and his lighter, she slipped out the back door of the diner and sat herself down on the single step outside. Bunny closed her eyes and leaned back against the door, the metal not yet turned scorching by the sunlight. She lit the cigarette and took a deep drag, welcoming the dirty smoke and nicotine like an old friend. Bunny was on edge, feeling panicky. She had a massive hangover, but she knew that wasn't the only reason. She took another drag. Bunny had promised herself that she had quit smoking forever, she had promised him that she had quit, and here she was, cigarette again between her fingers and her head in her hands. But what did that matter? He wasn't here- he was far away. Out in the Zones somewhere. Probably dead.
Then, Bunny remembered the drac with horrible clarity.
God, she hoped he was dead.
Bunny stepped back inside to snatch another cigarette, praying not to run into Kobra.