Fluff for Mia.
You can expect chapters like this, which are short but relevant to the plot. That's really all my schedule will allow me to do right now. Sorry.
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Ghoul and Hurry sat on top of an up-turned truck whose contents were being carted away by several happy packs of Killjoys. They high-fived and kissed, holding each other close to enjoy their small but important victory over BLI. "I'm surprised they shipped this big of a load," Hurry said, patting the truck beneath her.
"They're not really good with the whole 'logic' thing," Ghoul intoned, smiling at his girlfriend, who held an ice-cream cone in her hand. It had been probably two years since they'd caught such a shipment as this one, and they were reaping the benefits.
The truck's guards on motorcycles and the driver had been easy to gun down from the brush on either side of the highway, and when they opened the back doors they were greeted with a happy sight. Huge bags of fresh fruit, several types of exotic deserts, and barrels and boxes and bags staple foods were stacked to the ceiling. They took most of it back to the hide out and then sent out an air-wave message alerting any Killjoys in the area that they were welcome to have their pick of the large amount of leftovers. The storeroom in the Main Zone was totally full, and Truth had decided to actually cook a feast that night in honor of the huge score.
"I am so proud of you," Ghoul said, kissing Hurry on the forehead as she devoured her fast-melting treat. She beamed and gave him a sticky peck on the cheek.
"And I'm glad I have someone as wonderful as..." but she began to blink furiously in the middle of her sentence and her voice faded. She stuttered a few times before leaning forward. Hurry would have fallen to the ground and possibly her death if Ghoul hadn't wrapped his arm around her waist and hauled her up into his lap. He watched the ice cream cone fall to the ground below and splatter against the cement. It only took a moment for him to realize what had happened and alert the others around him to the danger.
"KILLJOYS! The deserts are drugged! Be careful!" he called, lowering Hurry into the waiting arms of one of his friends. When he, too, was on the ground he took her in his arms and carried her to the waiting car. "Dammit. Truth is gonna be so pissed..."
BACK AT THE HIDEHOUT
"She's what?!" Truth shouted, gesturing to her unconscious friend.
"Just sleeping, the ice cream is full of drugs," Ghoul sighed. Illegal Download stepped in and looked at the box of treats sitting on the table before placing it back in the small freezer and turning to the group gathered in the kitchen.
"Don't worry about it, okay? We just need to be careful about the deserts we have. I'm pretty sure they give those to people to transport them from one brain-washing area to another without being traced or having to deal with a struggle."
"How come you know so much about what they're used for?" Ghoul asked.
Lee pointed to himself and smiled, "Programmed Drac, remember? Duh."
"Oh...right," Ghoul muttered.
"Yeah. I can remember almost everything they put in there, along with my own memories. It's kind of annoying," Lee said, sticking his tongue out and flipping his green bangs to the side.
"So what are we gonna do while she rest?" Truth asked, smoothing her dusty shirt.
"Keep them and use them if we ever need to," Party decided from the doorway, surprising the group in the kitchen.
"Well I'm glad that's settled, let's get going on dinner then, shall we?" Truth asked Lee, who shook his head and dashed out the door. Truth rolled her eyes. "Typical boy."
That evening everyone gathered in the kitchen and sang and ate and partied, even Hurry, who had woken only an hour or so beforehand. She and Ghoul were as passionately attached at the face as ever, and everyone else laughed and cavorted as usual. Friendship was something to be celebrated.
Friendship was the one thing BLI could never destroy.