By the time they got to New Amsterdam, the sun was peeking over the Atlantic, starting a new day. The truck had mananged to run completely on fumes, for the fuel gauge had started flashing red once they passed the outskirts. Joy managed to get the truck through the main thoroughfare and into a large parking spot amongst other, nicer-looking transport trucks parked near the race track. She turned off the engines, but there would be no luck firing them up again with no fuel in its belly.<br/><br/>Alex rang in her ear, shouting about doing shots at the bar. Joy and the others would probably know how Alex was with his drink. Joy remembered the last time she was here in New Amsterdam. After a race, the team celebrated Alex's victory, but when everyone had left to purchase things from the Bazaar, someone from the local shady community dared Alex to take the Fire Brandy challenge. Well, in Joy's perspective, she couldn't say it was another victory at all. After just five shots, Alex had passed out. Joy had to carry a heavy limp Grey Merc out of the bar and back to the truck. There many times that the two fell and it was either she or Alex that was on top of the other. It was awkward, but since Alex was too drunk to care, Joy considered that this is one memory she could keep from her teammate. You could say the adoration for Alex had increased that day. When she and her uncooperating teammate reached the truck, she pulled him inside and into his room. She had taken off his racing jumpsuit and laid eyes on his chiseled body. Since she was alone, she lay with him without his knowledge, enjoying the warmth given off of Alex's bare chest. She left him with a parting gift, though half the reason was to wake him up. She had balled up a pillow and smacked him around a few times. No doubt her would have a throbbing sensation when he woke up.<br/><br/>She rotated her seat to find Wiggy entering the room with Aurora's team jacket. Now the question could be asked. Why was  the team handler half naked? Joy remebered that her 3-Rex had been turned on before the little bandit attack and tried to connext the dots. Cursing under her breath, she didn't want to know why and just stood and entered the corridor. There she found Alex, his attire somewhat attacked by a stowaway cat. If her puppy had been turned on, and Aurora was half naked, and Alex's shirt in tatters. No, it can't be? "Mercer! You didn't do what I think you did to my REX?" she asked before heading into the garage.