Jak's body jerked forward as Keira gunned the zoomer at an incredibly fast pace. Her aqua-blue hair whipped into his face, stinging him a bit. He gripped her waist tighter, realizing he was much more inebriated than he had thought and was actually having a bit of difficulty sitting up straight. But…it actually made things more enjoyable.

This was the first time Jak was actually able to relax. For once his heart was pounding with joy and excitement, rather than fear and trying to fight his way out of a bad situation to keep himself alive. And he felt very, very alive right now.

Jak gave a whoop as Keira used a rail to grind on, bright yellow sparks flying off like sparklers beneath them. He gazed at the light show in awe, his cerulean blue eyes capturing every moment of their little dance. His lungs breathed in the fresh, crisp air of the black night until Keira did an incredibly quick U-turn, leaving Jak gasping for air as he yelped when he saw she was headed straight for the massive lake in front of the bar.

"Keira!" He shouted.

He felt her stomach twitching as she laughed maniacally, and that was when Jak realized that she was just as drunk as he was. For a split second he thought about how dangerous it could be, before his instincts took over and reminded him that these were the kinds of moments that he lived for. And he was absolutely enthralled by his childhood friend to see that she was just as much as a dare-devil as he was. Even though her eyes were green, Jak could swear he saw a fire burning in them.

She swerved at the last second, but only to take a ramp heading down to the sapphire- blue water. She gunned her zoomer as hard as she could once again, the throttle pushed so far down that it reached the handle bars, and meeting the other end of the water body in only seconds. Jak was impressed – she obviously made her own modifications to her machine. It was much more sophisticated than anything he had ever seen before; faster, with better handling, and knowing Keira, likely much more efficient on energy than anything that the Krimzon guards, let alone Haven citizens, would have access to. His heart tingled a bit with admiration at how intelligent she was as she looped around the towers in the middle of the lake.

"You said you wanted to get out of here, right?" She shouted above the grinding gears of her machine and the splashing of water beneath them.

Jak leaned his head forward so that she could hear better. "Yeah! Have anything in mind?"

Keira cheekily bit her lip before shouting back, "I know a place!"

"Your place?" Jak grinned, equally as saucy.

Keira flashed a coquettish grin towards him, twisting the throttle repeatedly before screaming, "Okay! Hold on tight!"

She sped forward at a break-neck speed, dashing onward into the night.

Keira had turned right from the Naughty Ottsel, down on to the road that led to Haven's South gardens, the most scenic route to take on a starry evening. Haven definitely wasn't as breathtaking as Sandover Village was, but Keira always enjoyed taking walks through the North gardens that were closer to the stadium, remembering looking at the ferns in particular when she was all alone and still looking for her father, not to mention her friends.

But even better to her? Was zooming right through them.

Too drunk to think about repercussions, she had zoomed right in to the flower beds, churning up dirt and blue flowers as her zoomer whooshed through them. The cool night's air whistled through hers and Jak's pointed ears, which were becoming increasingly colder the faster that they went.

A loud chopping noise, and then a thunk was heard as her rear propellers got stuck on the beige gourd-shaped vegetables planted along the edges of the wall. Keira groaned audibly before shutting off the zoomer, and faster than lightening was on the ground fixing it before Jak could even dizzily fall off it, whooping and hollering loudly at the rush of adrenaline streaming through his veins.

His head was spinning, but in the best way possible. He couldn't help but grin like a fool, and laugh at everything – how crazy this was, how crazy she was, and how crazy he was for loving every moment of it. The stars spun in a circle above his head, and the twinkling white lights couldn't stop him from falling over and over again.

He finally managed to stumble away towards a wooden fence and lean on it for some much needed balance. He was startled by a sudden slimy tongue licking the left side of his hair straight up, before realizing that he had stumbled straight into a yakow pen. Jak sloppily pet the brown fuzzy creature, gently whispering drunken affection to it as Keira grumbled loudly in the background as she pried the shell out from fan, repulsed from the orange gunk oozing from within her racing automobile.

After a few minutes she waved Jak over, but not before he gave the yakow a cute kiss on the nose for listening to his intoxicated ramblings of honestly who knows what at this point, because Jak certainly couldn't remember. He didn't know if he had been standing in that yakow pen for a minute or an hour – and he loved it. He loved not knowing, and not caring. He loved the spinning feelings, and the beat of his heart, the alcohol in his blood, and the smell, and sight of everything bright and fragrant. He was finally free – from prison, from war, and just… care-free in general.

He realized he was having…fun. For the first time in a long time, he was having fun. And he was loving it.