#it is now trans ghoul thursday

[dngrdyke]

May the Best Bitch Win Part 1

"Aw, c'mon! It'll be fun!"

"I said no, Dyke."

"Pleeease?"

He sighed and readjusted his hair. "I dunno, man. The Girl..."

"The Girl can watch! It'll be nice for her! Better than shooting Dracs with rocket launchers, anyway." She gave him a Look with a capital L. She disapproved.

"That was Jet's idea! And it worked, anyhow."

"Then what's a drag race gonna do except make her laugh?"

He sighed again. "You got me, Dee. Gimme a time an' a place. Ghoul's my second, 'cause I know he'll never get to drive. Faggot gonna be yours?"

She looked over at her partner struggling to open a can of peaches with a rock.

He was over by her bike, while Dyke stood, leaning against the gas station building with a cigarette in her hand. The extended Killjoy squad were taking their last rest stop together before heading their separate ways. Dyke wanted to set up a more permanent camp for her and Faggot. Couldn't sleep outside forever.

"Can I ask Jet?"

Poison looked over at Faggot. "I mean, it is a sharp rock."

"Faggot!" she called.

He looked up and stopped stabbing the tin with the rock.

"We've got a tin opener! I salvaged it last week, remember?"

Faggot's face lit up and he sprinted over to the bike to dig through the storage box.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, leaving it to rest on her head.

"You know I love the kid, Poison, but I don't trust him with my bike while I'm still alive. When my mask goes to the Phoenix Witch, then he can drive. But only then."

"Fuck, you're more protective than me," he laughed. The two heard a shriek and whipped around, guns out, to see Faggot gleefully scooping peaches out of the tin with the lid.

Dyke sighed and put her guns back away. "Spread the word, yeah? See if we can't get some other racers in on this."

Poison nodded, smiling as he watched Jet finish refuelling the Trans Am. He slapped the roof.

"We're good to go, P," he called over.

"Hey- Jet, before you go, can I have a favour?"

He walked around to where she was standing.

"Shouldn't smoke at a gas station."

"I'm well away from the pumps."

"Hm. Still..." He shook his head. "What's the favour, anyway?"

"Dee and I have decided to have a little drag race," Poison grinned.

"I think you mean 'Dee convinced me that a drag race was more fun than blowing Dracs up with a four-year-old' but essentially, yes. I need a second."

"Aren't you gonna ask the F-bomb?"

"I mean, I would but..."

The three looked over at Faggot, who was now dancing in a circle around Kobra and Ghoul with the peaches held above his head.

"I see what you mean," he nodded. "And you're sure you want me as your second?"

"Positive. You're the only one I know who isn't dumb enough to wreck my bike."

"Huh. Okay, then. Thursday night?"

Dyke and Poison looked at each other. "Why the hell not?" Dyke grinned. "Talk to D, get the word out- oh, and see if Cola wants to ride."

Poison did a lazy two-finger salute as he walked back to the car. Kobra and Ghoul managed to get away from Faggot and his peaches and into the car. Dyke watched them lock the doors as soon as Poison and Jet climbed in. They drove away, dust trailing behind them.

She made her way over to the bike and turned on the radio. The two listened to D's broadcast for a while, drinking soda and eating another can of peaches between them.

Dyke was just starting to doze off when she heard D's voice say he had a "special announcement".

"It looks like our very own Killjoys have put together a little drag race. Miss Dyke on a Bike had the idea to stop clapping with Dracs and have some old-fashioned fun in the sun while we still can. Thursday night as the sun sets we'll be bustin' out the slaughtermatic sounds to make you feel alive. You got a motor? Grab a partner and get yourself to the Hub. Winner gets first call on the power next week. And now, a message from Cherri Cola."

"Shit, Dee, it's happening!"

"It sure fuckin' is," she grinned, putting on a pair of sunglasses she won off Kobra in a game of cards. Kobra couldn't play cards, which made it easy to win whatever she wanted off him. Last time they played, he bet four tins of peaches, and only one of those tins belonged to him. That was not a fun day for him.

i know it's been a while (oops) but i'm back now with a great concept that i really like so hopefully you guys will too!!! i'm gonna absolutely hound dan to get some kinda art up so stay tuned!!!