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[indent][indent]Driving through the streets and finding his way to the tattoo parlor that Mei Ramsey worked at, TNT slowly pulled around it to follow his brother’s instructions the best he could. Molotov had told him he found some witch place which was surprising to the local Lyft driver because Chase knew just about everywhere in this town. Well, clearly, not everywhere. 

With his windows down, having no fucks to give, the socially awkward serpent bobbed his head to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3RnYlBfaSo]Enter Sandman[/url] by Metallica. It was blasting out of his car around 3:45 in the morning. It’s okay. Who needs sleep anyways? Not him. His brother was lucky he was still working because if he was home his phone would’ve been on silent and he’d be playing the guitar until his eyes demanded sleep. 

His car was small enough to go through the alleyway and as he pulled out of it he glanced at the backside of the parlor, where there was indeed this random red door like Tov had described. Chase noticed the boys sitting on the curb looking through a bag filled with healing crystals. Drunk out of their minds. Honestly, pretty in the norm for them. 

Molotov and Ransom. Inseparable most days, especially since they were each other’s enablers. Unfortunately, TNT didn’t know Ransom well. That was entirely his own fault because up until recently he was standoffish and didn’t want to build familial bonds with other serpents. For the most part, they only associated with each other in circumstances similar to this. When the dynamic duo got up to no good and found themselves stranded on an island. Metaphorically speaking. 

Half of the time they didn’t even know where they were. Thankfully Tov had told him the key direction, which was ‘behind the tattoo place’. Once Chase heard that, he was able to pinpoint exactly where they were and head on over. Stopping right on the sidewalk, since he was coming from the right of them, he glanced at his almost empty gas tank before turning his attention to the two lost souls. Blankly staring, he waited for them to notice he was here and get in the car. Until then, he would keep vibing to his music while taking in the scent of the peach odor-eliminating freshener (it was in the form of a mini vent clip). 

[color=a23019]“Dude, I’m tell’n you I [i]feel[/i] s’mth’n,”[/color] Molotov slurred to his best friend as the other man shoved his face away from his own, laughing loudly. He continued to try and shove the crystal into Ransom’s face.

[color=45ddfb]“Ya don’ feel shit!”[/color] Ransom exclaimed goodnaturedly, taking his hand from his friend’s face and grasping the back of his head with it before pulling him into a headlock as loud music started to reverberate through the alley. He’d just finished giving Tov a hard noogie when TNT’s car pulled up, and he released his best friend with a teasing, [color=45ddfb]“Bet’cha didn’ feel that!”[/color]

[color=a23019]“...You’right, I didn’...”[/color] Molotov admitted before turning his head to his brother in the car and throwing his hands up excitedly, the crystal he’d been holding flying out of his grasp and into the dark end of the alley. Cheerfully, he exclaimed, [color=a23019]“Dynamiiiiiite! My boy, you came!”[/color] 

[color=7fff00]“Yeah, I’m here,”[/color] TNT boredly stated. [color=7fff00]“You gonna’ get in, princesses? Or am I going to wait all fucking morning?”[/color] As harsh as Chase’s words usually came across, this was actually him being good natured and humorous. His tone wasn’t aggressive as usual and he had a subtle smile on. Unbeknownst to himself, he had forgotten to put a photo booth picture of him and Tiff back into his wallet, after buying pizza hours ago for himself. It was resting by the center console face down. 

Speaking of princesses, TNT barely processed that his car was no longer [i]his[/i] car. There was a fluffy duck wearing a sunhat and holding a watermelon hanging from his rear mirror. A pink car trash can hanging from the passenger seat, which now held his cans. There no longer was an overflow of Red Bull cans because someone - not him - was maintaining the cleanliness of the car. Pink and sparkly hair clips made home in his cup holders, as well as a handful of scrunchies and golden bobby pins. A glittery pink Juicy Tube lip gloss (in the brightest peach color) and a mini peach-scented body spray were laid on his dashboard by Squirtle, who was now accompanied by a plushie Eevee wearing a flower crown. Tiffannie didn’t even know much about Pokemon-- all she knew was that it was cute and better to put in TNT’s car than Hello Kitty. His dark world was now covered in pink and cute, quite literally, and he thought nothing about it.

The two men scrambled to get up and happily ran towards the car, wrestling each other in the short distance it took to get there. The battle for shotgun was a continuous one between the predictable pair and it didn’t matter whether or not both of them were drinking for it to take place. Ransom shoulder checked Molotov to the side just as the pyro was about to open the passenger side door, causing him to lose his balance and stumble back onto the ground while Ransom giggled uncontrollably. Never one to leave his best friend on the ground unless he was planning on joining him, Ransom reached out a hand to help him up.

Only for Molotov to use the chance upon standing to yank Ransom towards him, all but spinning around him and yanking open the passenger door to jump in and slam it closed with a shit eating grin. Ransom stood outside, dazed for a moment before cursing lightheartedly and sliding into the back seat. Immediately, his senses were confused. He was seeing [i]pink[/i] everywhere and the car that usually smelled like old Red Bull and weed- totally their fault, no amount of air freshener had fixed it before either- now had an extremely fruity aroma to it.

[color=45ddfb]“Wha’ the fuck?”[/color] He muttered to himself, looking up as the car started moving and immediately landing his gaze on the little duck staring into his soul from the rearview. [color=45ddfb]“Wha’ the fuck?”[/color] He repeated quietly, leaning forward to drape over the shoulder of the passenger seat and tap Molotov’s shoulder incessantly.

[color=a23019]“What?”[/color] Tov asked, taking his gaze off of the bag of crystals to stare into his best friend’s wide eyes. Ran flailed his hand about the car, silently begging his best friend to look around so he could prove he wasn’t hallucinating. In response, Molotov finally took in the now unfamiliar surroundings. [color=a23019]“Holy shit, T, someone like…reverse robbed your fuckin’ car!”[/color] He shouted over the music, looking to his unfazed brother. [color=a23019]“It’s fuckin’ pink as shit in ‘ere, wha’ ‘appened?”[/color] His gaze fell on the matte white back of a photo on the now decorated dashboard, and he reached his hand out towards it. [color=a23019]“Wha’s this?”[/color]

TNT was quick to snatch the photo and pocket it in his jacket. [color=7fff00]“It’s nothing.”[/color] Just when his cheeks started to show a little kiss of pink, the song switched to something even more shocking for Ransom and Tov to digest. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xz3V4cuy2Ho]What I’ve Been Looking For[/url], which was part of the High School Musical soundtrack. A movie that at this point Chase could quote now. Instead of pointing it out, TNT just kept driving, not explaining the situation of his car and the atmosphere. It was nothing. He had a friend. It was obvious. Why did he have to say it out loud? 

[color=a23019]“No way bro, you’re [i]blushin’[/i], your car’s [i]pink[/i],”[/color] Molotov grinned excitedly and tossed the bag of crystals onto the dash before turning to his brother, leaning towards him as Ransom leaned further into the front to do the same. [color=a23019]“Y’know wha’ I’m thinkin’ Ran?”[/color]

[color=45ddfb]“I know,”[/color] Ransom answered back cheekily, drumming his fingers on the headrest excitedly. [color=45ddfb]“Our boy gone ‘n’ got ‘imself a [i]girlfriend[/i]-”[/color]

[color=a23019]“An’ she’s a regular Barbie doll,”[/color] Molotov cut off, faking horror as he held one of the glittery clips in the air between the three of them, the streetlights making them sparkle at regular intervals like a beacon. He looked to Ransom as the other man grinned ear to ear before turning back to his brother. [color=a23019]“Are you datin’ a Northie, T?”[/color]

[color=45ddfb]“A Northie?!”[/color] Ransom exclaimed dramatically as he tossed himself back into his seat. [color=45ddfb]“The horror!”[/color]

[color=7fff00]“WE’RE NOT FUCKING DATING!”[/color] TNT was quick to force his foot on the brake pedal, causing the other two to jerk forward. He turned the music off as his car went to a complete stop and grumbled, [color=7fff00]“Put your seatbelts on, assholes.”[/color] Had he thought about asking Tiffannie out? Sure, he had. Numerous times. More times within the past week than he could count but he wasn’t going to jump the gun and he couldn’t assume she’d want to be with trash like him. They were friends. That’s it. [i][b]Friends[/b][/i]. [color=7fff00]“You two should mind your goddamn business. Since when did you give a fuck who I got with?”[/color]

The sudden halt in momentum as Tov smacked into the glovebox caused his teeth to clatter together and his breath to catch in his throat as phantom pains of an accident long past flashed into his alcohol-laden mind. He closed his eyes against the sudden onslaught as the sudden silence of the car smothered him like a plastic bag over his head. He gripped his right arm tightly against his chest as he tried to breathe through the rush of panic.

[color=45ddfb]“Tov, hey Tov,”[/color] Ransom called to his friend after getting up from his sprawled position on the backseat’s floor, sobering quickly at the distant look in the other blond’s eyes. [color=45ddfb]“It’s alright bro, I’m here,”[/color] Ransom reached over to the hyperventilating man and gently pulled him back against the passenger seat, locking his arms around the other’s rapidly moving chest. [color=45ddfb]“Shit, sorry Chase, we were jus’ teasin’ ya,”[/color] He said to the youngest of the three while he kept Molotov from curling in on himself. The panicked man threw a hand behind him to tightly grip the back of his friend’s golden head, grounding himself in the familiar feeling. In response, Ransom leaned into the pull and kissed the back of Tov’s head before resting his forehead against it. [color=45ddfb]“C’mon Ollie, yer here with us. Yer arm’s okay.”[/color]

[color=a23019]“Think ‘m gonna puke,”[/color] Tov said breathlessly, body shaking against Ransom’s anchoring hold.

[color=45ddfb]“Hold it,”[/color] Ransom replied, looking to TNT and nodding for him to start driving again. [color=45ddfb]“Gas station’s just ‘round the corner.”[/color]
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