Cruz, Jackson, DJ and Yoana got back to the brightly lit but closed café.
"I suspect who that tire mark is from," commented the female Reko-do noticing the black print on the yellow racer's rear bumper.
"It was that idiot, Wingo," replied Ramirez crossly. "Jackson and I were dancing with each other when I felt and heard something hit me from behind. It scared me. The next thing I noticed is Jackson getting mad, and starting to go after someone who was behind me. When I turned around, Wingo was already lying on his side while Jackson smacked his face," she explained.
"Yeah, that's how it happened. I didn't get why he would do that to Cruz up until I got close to him and realized he reeked of beer. Due to this incident we decided to leave the party and relax here," added the black next-gen race car. "DJ, you mentioned that he caused others trouble too, what did he do?"
The blue car expounded the story of how his gang and he treated Yoana, Wingo's part along with her reaction to that included.
"Jackson, I think this party is getting out of wheel," shouted Cruz after checking on the get-together not far from it.
"Then, I heard it correctly that someone screamed in Italian," replied the male racer, rolling up to her. Next, the Reko-do's, led by curiosity, joined them to witness the events together.
"Lightning, Cal and Bobby tossed Francesco out of the party, I have no idea why," reported the female racer.
A tire impacted the ground just in front of the four, startling them, causing them to simultaneously jump back. A fight started to break out from its source, some fled the area and decided to drive back home, others observed the riot from afar. The Japanese tuners joined the departing mass, Yokoza chose to look back, but halted his turning around, catching sight of Yoana.
"Hey, hey," he bellowed at her clamorously, glancing at her with dilute Cola-colored heart eyes. "Yokoza Isuzuki on Carsbook waiting…"
He failed to end his message, since he found himself in the presence of an angry Chisaki and Harumi, who began beating him with their tires.
The weather-themed tuner lowered her front end and eyes out of embarrassment, whilst feeling fed up.
"Who is that guy," questioned Cruz.
"I know that Yokoza is his name, he is a Japanese tuner and he tried getting my attention for the third time today," replied the tired female Reko-do, in whom tension and anxiety started rising. "That's all I know… And I think he wants to come onto me," she added. "I want to go home."
"Good idea. The party's over anyway, there's only a fight still. Even the DJ's are leaving," commented Jackson. "Cruz, let's go," he suggested.
"You two are married," enquired Yoana.
"Yeah," replied Cruz, her hood under her eyes taking up a more orange hue.
"Wow," exclaimed the mostly violet, blue and green car lady, whilst the video of Jackson arrogantly shoving and keeping Cruz against the wall, sparks flying, during their first mutual race came to her mind. She was shocked in a positive way.
The race cars and the tuners bid their adieus. DJ turned to Yoana.
"Shall I drive you home," he asked her.
"Yes, please," she replied.
Boost accompanied with Snot Rod approached them. The music geek introduced his new acquaintance to his gang mates and told them he is chaperoning her home. It turned out that everyone lives in Volvoda. The four set off together, the metallic Jitsu and the Bragatron Roadburner occupied two lanes situated next to each other, the Reko-dos followed behind them side-by-side. All of them brightened up their current location on the dark road with their tuner lights, the blue male played music.
If one were to compare the male and female Reko-dos, the size of the latter would be seven eighths of the former. The males' roof from the front to the end slants upward at a greater angle than the ladies'. The females, if they follow the culture of their type, have an image painted on their undercarriages, which they chose at around the age of ten. If the girl is in a relationship and she is serious about it, not wanting to give any other boy a chance, she exposes her design to him in private, by lying on her side in front of him. If the male also lacks a yearning to look for another girlfriend, he rolls up to her and seals this pre-engagement with a kiss. From this point they focus more on each other and test how they do in deeper levels of relationship before engagement.
The DRH plus Yoana discussed Wingo's behavior and started having a laugh when getting to the part where he was hung upside down by Mater. Boost and Snot Rod confirmed that he threw up on the rusty, older truck when he shouted "dad gum". They even added that he tried shaking himself several times to get free, but didn't succeed, only ended up rotating himself. The gang leader boasted that he videotaped Lightning McQueen and Francesco Bernoulli trying to outdo each other during the Chicken Dance. He promised that he will upload that tonight so that the others can see it.
The four arrived at their home town, Boost and Snot Rod went their separate ways, whilst DJ and Yoana continued their journey together, the girl leading the way to her place.
"Well, this is it," she said, nearing her cream-yellow abode then, stopping in front of it. "Thanks for escorting home," she added, tension and anxiety beginning to nip at her, not knowing when and how the conversation should end and whose the last word should be. "I had better go now," she added.
"Wait," requested the blue tuner.
The lady thought "What does he want now," as stress inside of her began manifesting.
"You're name on Scionide is Yoana Parker, isn't it," he enquired.
"Yes, it is," she replied.
"Thank you," he said. "I will sign up, you will recognize me after I find you."
"Um, okay," she replied, the dialogue-related pressure climaxing in her. After clearing her throat, she spoke again, trying to maintain a casual tone and making sure her wording would not make him feel like she is shaking him off: "I must go now. Uh, goodbye DJ. We'll meet on social media soon."
"Goodbye Yoana," he said.
The female anxiously entered the garage-like part of her home, the male wondered home.