2D strolled out of the garage, shutting the door behind him, humming the tune to "Clint Eastwood" as he did. He pulled the collar of his shirt up a bit, looking in the mirror on the garage door and attempting to smooth his hair back to its usual level of messiness. He tried to shake off his goofy smile, but it didn't really work. He was almost euphoric.

"Hey."

The voice came from behind him, and he jumped, spinning in mid-air. "W-w-w-who's there?!"

"Calm down, cracker, it's just me." Russel emerged from the shadows after talking in his trying-to-be-gangster dialect, wearing his trying-to-be-gangster clothes. He looked 2D up and down with a slight smirk. "So... you and Murdoc? Wow."

2D blushed and looked away. "H-huh?! I-I-I don't know what you're talking about..."

Russel chuckled. "Don't give me that. There's nothing in that garage besides the Geep and Muds' Winnebago, and I'd hear the Geep if it started up. And whatever I heard, I can assure you it was not the Geep. And the Winnebago... well, in Murdoc's words, it's nothing but a 'love shack on wheels'. Aaaand, your hair is twice as messy as usual, your shirt's on backwards, and those marks on your neck are more noticeable than you think."

He blushed and pulled his shirt nearly over his head. "W-what marks?! I don't see marks!"

"And it's the middle of the night. What other reason besides this would you have to go into the garage in the middle of the night?"

"M-m-maybe I'm doing garage things!"

"Garage things?"

"... y-yeah!"

"Alright. Garage things. I believe you. Oh, but we have a gig tomorrow, so you might wanna do something about those, uh... that." He gestured to 2D's neck.

"I will... wait! H-hey, they aren't-" But Russel was already gone.