"Stop checking your hair," Jax yelled over the roar of a passing train as they stood outside a rusted metal door in a dark alley. "Nobody cares what you look like. They care if you can move."
"When's the next one?" Leo asked.
When they finally stopped two blocks away, catching their breath behind a 24-hour diner, Leo leaned against the brick wall. He was soaked in sweat, his ears were ringing loudly, and he had a smudge of grease on his face from the basement pipes. amateur party hardcore