[h1]Injae Park[/h1]
[@Mr Allen J]
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Ratchet had every expectation to lose because she actually sucked at volleyball. (She just played along for the sake of fulfilling the expectation of humankind being a social animal.)

"I gave you fair warning, I did say I'm total ass at this game," Ratchet said, rubbing her head. "Still, getting caught in the jaw with that thing was an all-time low. I didn't know that was possible."

She smirked, then half-facetiously said, "But hey, any time you feel like getting wrecked, 1-v-1 me on the marching band field. I'll play circles around you." At that last statement, the one-armed junior mechanic leaned over with a silly grin.

Jenny offered to get drinks. "Cool," Ratchet said. "How about... lemonade?"

Jen left and Ratchet called after her. "Thanks," she called.

Ratchet stood and twiddled her thumbs. The day was theirs (until Meifeng's mom showed up); they ought to--

[i]"AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"[/i]

Ratchet started. God, that girl could scream.

She followed Meifeng to the alley with the vending machine and peeked over her shoulder. She silently watched the conversation take place between Meifeng and Jen took place. "Wait. You're absolutely sure you're OK. Good. You sound like something like bit your arm or something. Or maybe you saw one of those--never mind," Ratchet checked herself. Too soon.

Ratchet stuck a leg out and pointed her good index finger that same way. "I saw a Baja Fresh on the way dashing over here," she suggested. "We could go there, or something..."

Ratchet was still amazed that Jen had gotten out of the situation on Rosalina (the isle, not the character) completely unscathed. She must've been really lucky to not have been shot. Or, of course, really good at not dying from gunshots. The only reason Ratchet didn't FREAKING DIE was that she stayed well away from the death zone (and got really lucky when she did venture in to check on Jen).