Make Some Noise (Danger days)

Party Poison slammed the breaks of the smoking TransAm, jumping out and bolting inside.
"Guys the car's busted!" He yelled into the empty diner, save for Fun Ghoul.
"I had to run from a fire fight and the Dracs shot it up." He waited anxiously for the crazy mad reaction.
"Poison calm down."  Ghoul told him. "We'll take a look at it."

The car threw loads of smoke in their faces as Ghoul threw open the hood.
"Fucking hell." He muttered.
"What's wrong?" Poison appeared over his shoulder. Ghoul muttered more unintelligible crap, took out the hammer, and started poking around at the machinary. Moments later he was hammering in the engine. Poison stood and watched with wide, worried eyes as Ghoul smashed up the already fucked car.
"Ghoul I'm not sure that's a good idea." Poison said. Next minute the wiring sparked and the motor combusted. Poison tackled Ghoul out of the way
"Fuck." Ghoul rolled out of Poison's grasp onto the ground.
"For Destroya's sake." Poison said. "You're a huge idiot you know that?"
"Don't rub it in." Ghoul mumbled.

Neither of them bothered to get up until Jet Star's panicked disappointed face blocked out the sun.
"I got into a clap and had to run for it." Poison said before Jet could ask. "Dracs shot up the car."
"They could have followed us." Jet said, slightly panicky.
"Don't worry I set off a detonator in their van and ghosted all the Dracs. No one followed me."
"Oh good." Jet calmed down a bit. "Ghoul you're banned from working on the car." He said. Ghoul rolled his eyes and got up off the ground, then going to help Poison.
"Your arms are completely scorched." Jet worried. Poison stared at his burned, wounded forearms. "It's fine honestly."
"Bullshit. I'll try fix the car you go inside and sort yourself out." Jet told him.
"Fine."

Poison took some salt water and bandages out of the cabinet. Setting them down on the table. He began to clean off the burns, trying not to flinch as the salt water seeped into the ray gun wounds.
He felt someone holding down his hand.
"Hands off I'm doing it." Ghoul told him, snatching the cloth off him.
"Why?"
"How would you do your right arm?" Ghoul said. "Just, let me help ok."
"Fine. Did Jet make you?" Poison asked. Laying his arms on the table.
"No. I felt like I needed to." Ghoul replied.
"Thanks " Poison muttered.
"No problem." Ghoul finished bandaging his arms.

"Oh God are you ok?!" Kobra Kid arrived and headed over to him.
"Hey. Yeah I'm fine." Poison assured him. "The mission went a little haywire. I detonated a Drac van and they shot up the car. It's pretty banged up."
"Right." Kobra said. "Where's our Crash Queen anyway?"
"Tommy's."
"How did-?"
"Cherri bribed him."
"Oh."
"I need to get her anyway." Poison stood. "Wanna come?"
"Sure."

Kobra and Poison headed to town in the cool evening breeze. The sky was a marble of vibrant red and yellow.
"It's nice out here." Kobra noted.
"Yeah."

The doorbell rang as they headed into the store.
Poison went up to the counter where Tommy Chow Mein sat smoking a cigar with his dirty leather shoes on the bench.
"Hey Tommy have you seen-?"
"She's playing with the spare power converters round the back."
"Tom!"

They bolted to the back where the girl happily sat poking with bits of metal and live wires.
"Ok Motorbaby we're going now." Poison hoisted her onto his arms. "Don't play with electricity." He told her. "Trust me with that one." She nodded in response.

She walked home in between Poison and Kobra holding their hands and marveling at the sunset.

They passed by Jet on the way in.
"How's the car?" Kobra asked.
"Well thanks to Ghoul the fan belt has snapped and the engine is caved in, thanks to the Dracs the wiring has broken and the motor has combusted. A bunch of other things too but I've mostly fixed those."
"Oh God. You weren't lying when you said it was fucked." Kobra said.
"Yeah." Jet breathed as they all headed inside.