Chapter 17 : Powder Keg

Kenny's POV The shop felt tainted like all the machismo had polluted the air with a toxic gas fit to kill. It was no wonder that Jojo wanted to get the hell out of here after getting' reamed like that in front of the whole gang. There weren't any more words between the two, and the moment Rocco had flicked the open sign switch off, Jojo had lit out of the garage like a bat out of hell. "I need a drink." It wasn't a comment so much as a command, and we all clamored around Jojo in both support and a need to correct the bad blood between us. Saturday night meant we were free from inventory or having to do the count by the register, which also meant we were free to roam all of Dustland. Perfect time for cruising. Jojo brushed his hair back. "What do you guys think? Stop by King's Relaxation and then Marty's to make some milk dranks on the side?" "Aren't we a little…" Mickey rolled his hand, pushing his specs up at the end. "Y'know?" "What you gunna nark, Kindergar