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“Yo!” The male who’d just been pounded in the back coughed, trying hard not to spit chunks of half-chewed food on the people in front of him. “What’s up, birthday boy?”

            “Ouch!” He rubbed at his dark, black-and-blue hair. “You didn’t have to hit me so hard, Zahlia…”

            The female, a bright smile on her face, plopped down in the seat next to him. “No pain, no gain, you wuss! You should get fifteen more, right? Sweet sixteen and all.”

            He rubbed at the spot absent mindedly, finishing his hamburger in the other. “Yeah, well, if I get any more, I might have to file for abuse. Talk about pain…”

            She scoffed. “Kélib, you big baby! Next thing I know, you’ll be spouting crap about how ‘you’re too hurt to ride’ tonight!”

            “Hell no!” He laughed, finally tossing the remains of lunch: everything but a couple bites of fake meat and bread. “I wouldn’t miss that for the world!”

            “So, Ké,” Zahlia began, tucking a stray dyed-platinum hair behind her ear. “Where are we going?”

            Kélib smirked. “You’ll see.”