A loud, raspy screech penetrated the quiet atmosphere.
"DeeeeeeeeeeeeJaaaaaaaaaaaaay," shouted Wingo, like a demanding mother-in-law, his facial expression even looking strict.
"Dude, what happened to your voice? It's curdling my protein shake," the music enthusiast yelled back at him.
"They played several of my favorite songs and I was dancing and singing at the same time, I may have sung too hardly," he replied more quietly rolling up to him and Yoana. The weather-themed tuner, remembering him, started backing up at the same speed then, pushed out her spikes on the sides of her front fenders.
"What's with her," questioned Wingo approaching his friend, his breath reeking of beer.
"What's with her," he repeated in an upset way, his face reflecting sternness. "Don't you remember, Wingnut, that you got beside her on our way to this party and when Boost told you to get back, you didn't and she zapped you," he continued with escalating negative passion in his tone, a glare forming on his face.
"Well, I have news for ya! You were in it too! You didn't stop me. If ya would have stopped me this wouldn't have happened," he accused him with a smug look on his face.
The Reko-do was taken off guard and felt as if he were hit. Yoana, fuming with anger, facial spikes still exposed, slowly neared the bright green- and purple-colored, brown-eyed Gashi.
"I have news for you. DJ and I discussed what had happened and he apologized to me. He's clear," she started in a low tone then, continued in a voice increasing in anger. "However, do you have any idea what you just did? You just held DJ responsible for your actions, when you are responsible for what you do! You're the one, who disregarded Boost and stayed next to me! And if you expected DJ to stop you, why didn't you expect Boost to stop you, when they were in the same position!? Why DJ!?"
Now, Wingo was the one taken by surprise, feeling emotionally stung, but not fully being able to think Yoana's reasoning through due to the influence of alcohol.
"I don't know," he replied then, let out a gurgling belch with his mouth gaped open and his eyes looking in two different directions.
"Disgusting," exclaimed the car lady then, suddenly moved back.
"Wingo, you're drunk, you have been acting nasty ever since you came here, you should be towed home," said DJ, his voice reflecting authority. "You also have tire marks on your face."
Jackson Storm along with Cruz Ramirez arrived hoping to get specially flavored oil at the café.
"Shoot, they're closed," exclaimed the black race car in an unsatisfied way.
"Yeah, if we want to drink something we must go to the shack," replied the yellow female.
When they turned around the sight of the two Reko-dos and the Gashi unfolded, they instantly recognized the one with the ladder spoiler. The next-gen racer shot a threatening look at him.
"I think I know who the tire marks are from," stated the weather-themed tuner.
"I think you are right," replied Jackson rolling up to them, Cruz not far behind him.
"You heard that," asked the female.
"Yeah, I have really good hearing. Is this weirdo a part of your group," the race car asked narrowing his cold, grey eyes.
"He's a part of my group, the Delinquent Road Hazards. I guess he caused you trouble. If he did you're not the only one, things started going wrong before we even got to this party," replied DJ. "Even though he is my friend he is his own responsibility. He doesn't usually act this way when he's sober."
"Are you two related," enquired the vividly-colored tuner from Jackson and Yoana. "You have the same eyes," he added, the scent of beer escaping out of his mouth whenever he spoke.
"Dude, you are pluming out so much beer into the environment that even a brewery with all its windows open would fall behind you," remarked the male race car sensing Wingo's malodorous breath. "By the way I don't think we're related, don't know of any Reko-dos in my family," he added.
"Speaking of plumes, you should have seen Yoana's exhaust…" said the Gashi, but failed to finish, since the female electroshocked him.
"I'm calling that tow truck, what is his name," said Jackson.
"Mater," chimed Ramirez.
The black race car reported Wingo to the rusty tow truck. Not even a minute passed when a cheerful Mater arrived. As a response, Wingo bolted.
"Dad gum, gotta have to be quick, can't miss," exclaimed the truck, chasing him, casting his hook after him, the two disappearing into the dark.
After a short silence a loud, unpleasant screech pierced the air, followed by sounds of reeling in and maneuvering in the dry dirt. The party of four followed the noises, DJ shone his headlights, dispelling the darkness and the sight of a tactful battle unraveled itself. The green and purple car tried various kinds of moves to remove Mater's hook be to no avail then, blasted himself into the air following a parabolic path and wiggling at the pinnacle like a panicked fish. The not seemingly bright tow truck took advantage of his airtime nearing him and further reeling him in.
"I'm getting hungry," commented Storm.
"How can you think about food," asked Cruz.
"He's acting like a fish. I want fish," he replied.
Minutes later, the fray ended with Mater hanging the tuner upside down by his frame. DJ gave him the address to where his friend should be transported to. As the tow truck began accelerating, Wingo started spinning a little, his face began to get disfigured and turn a stronger shade of green. A short while later Mater exclaimed "dad gum"; Yoana, Cruz, Storm and DJ suspected what may have happened.