"Well I'll take that as my cue to leave." Tox adjusted her jacket and swirled her keys around her finger.

"Wait, you're just gonna leave him?" Kobra asked as she walked away.

"I already told you that he'd be fine." She replied as she continued on.

"Have you ever tested it?"

"Well... not on a living human."

"Then how do you know that it works!?" Party interrupted in a burst.

"I just do, okay?" Tox reached for the door only to have Party grab her bad arm. She winced as he pulled her back.

He looked at her arm momentarily before speaking, "You're staying till he's awake."

"The hell I am! It's gonna be dark soon and I'm not riding back in the dark. Do you have any idea how many dracs are out during the night?" Tox refused as she tried pulling away.

"Then I guess you'll be staying the night." He smirked locking the door and pocketing the key.

Tox tried getting the door open but to no avail, "This is kidnapping."

"I don't think it is." Party raised a brow.

"No, no it definitely is." Tox reached for his pocket to grab the key but he scooted away.

"I don't get why you're making such a fuss. It's just one night." Jet spoke as he opened up a can of Power Pup.

"Because I don't want to be here! I didn't even want to come here in the first place but you assholes pissed me off so much that I stormed over here. And then I had to fight dracs again and now I have to tend to your friend that I hit because I was doding one of your blasts when I told you guys to stay inside! That's why I'm mad. If you knew anything about me then you'd know I hate being around people, especially those that piss me off."

"But we don't know anything about you." Party said sincerely. The two looked at each other for a moment. It just dawned on the both of them that they really don't know much about each other. Tox knows a little on the Fab Four because of their popularity on Doctor D's broadcasts. They're the iconic quartet of the zones.

The only thing the four know about Tox is her name and her ability to take out dracs faster than anyone else. No one knows anything about her, so she has a slight advantage over the boys.

"We should fix that." Kobra smiled as he sat criss-crossed on a table. Jet and Party seemed inclined to the idea, Tox on the other hand not so much.

"Did you miss the whole "I don't let anyone know anything about me" conversation from earlier? Cause I'm pretty sure you were there for that." Toxic Rock raised a brow.

"Come on, not even a little something? Like how old you are? Your birthday? Favorite color?" Party tried.

"Not. A. Chance."

Party sighed knowing he wasn't gonna get anywhere with her, "At least let me clean up your wound. As a thank you for saving Ghoul."

"I told you I can-"

"Please?"

Toxic sighed as she gave in. She nodded toward the sink where a wet towel laid out. Party smiled to himself as he grabbed the rag and brought it over to the girl leaned against the counter. He patted the marble top signalling her to sit on it. Tox rolled her eyes as she followed his instructions. Party went to grab her sunglasses off her face, only for Tox to swiftly grab his hand.

"What do you think you're doing?" She scowled.

"I was going to remove your aviators so I could get a better angle." He explained as if it were obvious.

"The glasses stay on." Tox's voice was stern.

"Don't you think that's kinda redi-" He cut himself off when her grip on his wrist intensified, "Okay, they stay on."

Party worked around her shades to dab away the dried blood from her hairline. The wound pretty much healed up on it's own, but there was a slightly deep gash that would need some stitches.

When he told this to Tox, she groaned in annoyance but allowed him to anyways. Once he applied some rubbing alcohol to it, she hissed in pain and latched onto the edge of his jacket. He looked down at how close her hand was to him and forced himself to keep his smile in his head.

As the silence grew suffocating, Tox spoke, "I'm twenty-five, my birthday is December sixteenth, and my favorite color is teal." She sighed as her grip on him loosened, but still remained.

This time Party allowed himself to smile, "Where did that come from?"

"A little information to keep you satisfied, but still guessing." Tox smirked to herself.

Party's smile remained while he finished fixing her up. "What about your name?"

Tox looked at him confused, "You know my name. Toxic Rock."

He shook his head, "Not your killjoy name. Your real name."

"That's a bold jump from favorite color."

Party chuckled, "Yeah, I guess it is. If it gives you any motivation my names Gerard. The guys and I usually use our real names with each other. We all went to high school together before BLI took over. We were all really close, I mean we still are. It's just different now. But when there are others around we use our Killjoy names."

Gerard. Tox thought to herself. Cute.

"Well... uh... it doesn't. But I like it." She smiled to herself under her mask. The two looked at each other for a moment before Jet Star walked in.

"How's she healing?" He asked, tossing his empty can into the bin next to the pair. Tox let go of his jacket and Party pulled his hand away from her face.

"I put some stitches in. She's good as new... sorta." He tossed away a paper towel he had grabbed and pocketed his hands.

"Where's she gonna sleep?" Kobra asked from his spot in the other room.

"She can sleep in my room. I'll take the couch." Party answered.

Tox held up a hand, "I'm not sleeping in your room. If there's a couch, I'll happily take it."

"You can be happy?" Party raised a brown. It took all of Tox's strength to not slap him, "But it's fine, really. You'll sleep comfortably in there."

"I'm sleeping on the couch and that's final. It'll let me keep watch in case any more dracs decide to stop by for a visit." She ordered as she walked over to the couch. Jet and Party exchanged a look before Party marched over to her, slung her over his shoulder, and plopped her onto his bed. All the while she fought against him yelling to be put down.

"You wanna be put down? Fine then." He said as he plopped her onto his bed.

"I wanna be put down on the couch!" She whined as she folded her arms over her chest.

"You're cute when you're pouty." He smirked, but immediately regretted it. A blush rose over his cheeks. "Uhm there's um... there's some sweats in the bottom drawer if you wanna change into something more comfortable."

Party went to walk out of his room when Toxic spoke, "Hey Party," He turned around, "How can you see me pout under my bandana?" She asked lightly.

"Touché Tox, touché."