As they left the apartment building, Jackie slowed. She'd forgotten to turn off the stereo! But Haley was already running down the sidewalk and Jackie knew it was either follow or get left behind. So she followed. Haley didn't even slow down as she crossed the street, casting a quick glance in each direction and jetting across the asphalt. Jackie threw herself after the older girl and only narrowly avoided a car that blared their horn at her for half a block afterward."Where are we going?" Jackie asked Haley again.

 Finally slowing to a normal pace, Haley grinned at her friend. "Dude, I know this great place where we can pick up some hot guys with motorcycles." Jackie's mouth fell open and she stared. Seriously? Jackie was no prude, but if Haley wanted to pick up weirdos who liked to rev their engines and race down the highway, risking getting busted by the cops, she could do it alone. At Jackie's incredulous expression, Haley laughed. "Like I'd take you with me for that! They'd probably think I was your babysitter!" She gave Jackie's shoulder a friendly punch. "Want to get a soda?"

Jackie nodded slowly, knowing there was more to this offer than there seemed. And she was right. "Wait here," Haley instructed. She ducked into a convenience store and Jackie saw her rifling around in the magazines through the window. A few moments later, Haley reappeared outside with a hand in each pocket of her leather jacket. "Let's jet." Jackie found herself following Haley again, with no idea where they were headed. "What about the-" Before she could finish asking, Haley passed over a bottle of soda. "Oh. Uh. Thanks." Jackie took a sip and shook her head. Sometimes, not getting an allowance wasn't such a big deal. Unless you ran out of quarters.

As they walked through town, chatting about nothing in particular, they passed the comic shop and Jackie came to a halt. It took Haley a few moments to notice Jackie wasn't walking with her and had to jog back. As they stepped inside, Haley gave an exaggerated wink to the guy behind the counter and offered, "Your 'fro is looking fluffier every day." Jackie waved. "Hey, Calvin. How's the biz?" Judging by his t-shirt, which read "I'm only here because my server is down" people often got the idea that Cal didn't like or care about his job. But really, to him, it just wasn't a job. It was the chance to play with his favorite items all day long. "You punks don't have homework or something?" The comment was delivered dryly, but the smile that came with it was proof that Cal was glad to have visitors, especially Jackie and Haley.