"Umm..." Party noticed the way her back straightened as something flew across her mind. Something bad. A memory, perhaps. Everyone had their demons, some bigger than others, but this girl had some big ones.

Maybe that was why Party got along with her. Though 'getting along' in his case was 'not pulling his laser gun on her.' Yet.

He glanced around before finding an old can of Power Pup on the floor of the car. It was dog food, the black and white BLI\ind. label the same as the white air freshener handing by his dash. It was empty and still had the fork rattling around it. Power pup--dog food in general was the staple of Killjoys, after all. It was the only thing they knew wasn't laced.

"Something like this?"