Duel Personalities

The lone rider rode into the desolate, dusty, ancient backwash of a town. It wasn't long gone midday, and the lone ball of radiation in the sky was at it's peak. As the ride dismounted his horse he strolled up towards the saloon, he wasn't suppose to drink anymore, not after what had happened, but after slight consideration, he figured one for the road couldn't hurt.
Striding into the saloon, with an air of authority around him, the lone rider produced a slim, yellow mask from the back pocket of his light blue skinny jeans and pulled it over his bright red hair. As he strutted over to the bar, he glanced around the room, all eyes had turned on him as he made his entrance.

Sitting down at the long wooden bar, he took a glance up the table before signalling for a drink. After a little while sat, staring into the bottom of his glass the masked man jumps up, drawing his blaster as he hears rushed footsteps towards the saloon, ready for a gunfight in the center of a restaurant, ready to fly like a bullet among a flock of doves.
As the lone rider, the masked man prepared for what he well knew could be his last fight, he sighed a breath of relieve when in came three brightly dressed men, one blonde in a jacket not much unlike his hair, the 2nd with a fro powerful enough to win any fight, and a black jacket to match the burning desire of said fro. And finally the short one, with lushous black locks, and a wonderful green and yellow outfit, which showed off the tattoos the masked man could only dream of having.

As the three men made their way over to the the red head, he holstered his blaster. "So you tracked me down then did you" the red haired man said with a slight grunt, his voice barely hiding the joy that his comrades had found him. "Took you long enough, anyone could have gotten to me by now". Three three men just sigh and sit down next to him, all signalling the bartender for a drink as well.

"Well you didn't make it easy for us Party" said the man with the fro, before starting his drink. The other two men simply looked up to the red haired man, both torn between such glee and euphoria at seeing him, but also angry and tears at the fact he had stayed low, even from them for so long.

As the quartet finally finished their drinks some 30 minutes later, they all rose and made for the exit, when the red head, who had been identified as Party, turned to the man who was rocking the fro and whispered "Star, you got the car?" And in reply the dude with the fro, drops a set of keys into Party's hand. "Fucking awesome, now lets hit the road Killjoys" Party yelled out to his to his friends as they barged out of the saloon together, side by side, in union as if they had never been apart.
As they reached the car Party stopped the 3 men, twisted on the spot and and called out to them

"Well, are you ready, Jet Star" [the man with the fro]?
"Yeah..."
"How about you, Fun Ghoul?"[green and yellow jacket, with lushous black locks]
"Oh, I'm there, baby"
"How about you, Kobra Kid?" [Blonde with red jacket]
"Fucking ready..."
"Well, I think I'm alright" finished Party.

As the quadret jumped into the car, Party took wheel, and Jet Star called shotgun, leaving the other two killjoys to clamber into the back seats. "Time to hit the road Killjoys" Party manically screams out as he hits the gas "We can live forever, if you've got the fucking time" He calls out to his friends, a grin plastered on his face, as the car shoots off into the barran wasteland still known as California that lies ahead of them.

Notes

Hope you like it -R_K