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 Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 11:08 am
The girl lifted one leg in the air and swung it over the seat so she could mount the vehicle. Her rump touched upon the seat, and both of her legs held her up as she looked over the vehicle from this new location. Price did have a fine piece of machinery, even if a bit worn. As she had been told, she was mindful of the rail towards the back. She didn't bother getting up as she gave the boy her final assessment: "Yer girl's a sweetheart, Price."
Translation: The Scarlet Bandit was well loved, but not the most perfect piece of machinery out there.
Having spent up the polite amount of time on his girl, Ellie dismounted the vehicle with little trouble. It was only here she responded to some of his other comments. "It's probably just whatever 'Larry' could get insurance one without costin' 'im an arm and a leg. An' I'm always booked, Price. Sorry, I'm not 'bout t'give ya the wrong idea. It'd be illegal fer me t'touch Larry's cars." When it came to doing professional work, 16 year old Ellie did not mess around. She made certain to know all the rules and regulations of the business (thanks to Hank's help). She knew what she was able to do, and what she was not able to do.
"I do know someone who I can recommend though. Ya want 'is number?" She grinned to the red-headed pizza guy as she stuck her two hands into her side pockets.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 1:03 pm
"Heh," was the only sound that Barnaby made to acknowledge the compliment, but his grin seemed to widen a fraction. Ellie may have thought that her final assessment was just shy of honest praise, but to the redhead it was most definitely a compliment. Of course his bike was a sweetheart. If she wasn't he would have traded her in for another bike a long time ago.
He shrugged when she brought up Larry's insurance, but it seemed to be a valid point. Larry had to ensure two cares with variable drivers, most of which who were teenage boys. It probably cost him an arm and a leg just keeping two cars, even if they were pieces of junk. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't take them in for a tune-up every now and then. The redhead was sure he'd almost got whiplash the last time he drove one of the pizza delivery cars.
Barnaby didn't have the heart to tell her that he hadn't meant her personally (he'd assumed she worked for some sort of garage or something) and thus kept his mouth shut until she offered someone else. "That's what I was hoping for. I figured you'd know somebody in the business. Figure if I leave a mechanic's number on the board at work maybe Larry'll take a hint."
He fished through his pockets for a pen, knowing he had put one there this morning. Ah! There it was! "You got paper on you?" he asked as he produced the pen with a flourish.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 1:23 pm
Her head bobbed up and down vigorously as she nodded. "Yeah, 's my dad's friend. Dad's a used car salesman, and Hank, dad's friend, is a mechanic. They actually both donate a bunch of supplies t'the Meadowview Auto Shop each year." It was no wonder why the girl seemed to enjoy cars and motorcycles so much, with all the family history lending to it.
At the mention of paper, the girl literally bolted through the garage and into the house. Haphazardly, she left the offer of "If ya want t'look at The Spectrum, go ahead... can't take it outta the garage though, I only just finished fixin' it up again!" The door to the garage slammed behind her, leaving just Price standing in the driveway.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 1:46 pm
"Sounds like you're all up in the business," he commented idly, though he couldn't help but be a little impressed by her connections. Or her hobbies, for that matter. Some carriers just ran in the family, after all. Secretly, Barnaby had always hoped that he wouldn't inherit his father's job. The thought of being stuck in an office all day, trying to make people happy in other countries did not sound fun in the slightest.
He was distracted be Ellie's parting words. Another chance to look at The Spectrum? Hells yes!
The moment the words left her mouth he was already heading back into the garage, moving through the mess so he could see the bike again. It was hard to miss, being of the black and yellow variety, and it only took him a few well-placed hops to get over to it. His thumbs went back into his pockets as he surveyed the bike, taking in whatever he could. It certainly looked in much better condition than his own. The redhead couldn't help but chuckle as he ran a stray finger of the rainbow paint at the back. Nice.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 2:06 pm
The blonde had run in the house, grabbed a random fast food menu, scribbled the appropriate number on the scrap paper, and run out the front door to run back around to the garage again. By the time she came back, Price had long been devoured by her garage With a cheeky smile, she began to enter the cavern of mechanical wonders, spotting the redhead towards the back touching the rainbow paint of her vehicle.
In a rather hearty tone, she pointed out the recent repairs. "Yeah, some douche broke th'kickstand recently when they were tryin' t'steal my bike. It also got some scuffs on the side from that little incident, but those buffed out easily enough." Rather fondly, she gripped onto the handle bars, as if trying to pet her genderless baby. Not out of the need for her ego to be stroked, but for a more serious assessment, she asked "So, what'cha think, Price?" She already had a prediction he might comment on the rainbow paint, based off the attention he had been giving it, but otherwise, the rest was a toss up.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 5:17 pm
Someone had tried to steal her bike? Maybe she hadn't locked the place up properly at night or something. The redhead didn't have the slightest clue how they'd managed to get the bike over the mess of mechanical parts that littered the floor, though perhaps they'd been a new addition to stop such attempts. He knew he would have been put off stealing something if he stepped on sharp metal.
"That's no good. I guess they didn't get very far with it, huh?" He put his hand back in his pocket, fishing for the pen again to hand to Ellie. At her question he grinned, pausing a moment to look dramatically thoughtful. "It's a nice paint job, and it looks like it runs nice. Very sleek, and pretty darn flashy. I can see why you ride it at night."
Coming from the boy with the bright red bike, but as far as he was concerned, yellow and red were in two totally different brightness categories.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 6:15 pm
The blonde put both her hands on her hips and seemed to beam for a moment as she announced "Yeah, I beat the living snot outta th'kid! Seriously, he was pretty stupid t'try t'steal my bike from the parking lot without releasing the kickstand." She was completely neglecting to mention how she had gone Sailor Scout on his butt, or the fact that he did manage to get away. Those weren't very important details to the story though. Offering a hearty laugh, she added "It was obvious he didn't know what he was doing!"
As he offered her the pen again, she shook her hand and said "Don't bother... wrote it down inside!" With the same hand, she motioned for him to follow her back out of the garage. As they walked, she explained "I wrote it on th'corner there. See, just the corner there. Ignore the other junk on the menu. This is the only important part. I also wrote down who yer gonna want t'talk to fer estimates and stuff." She held out the paper with a smile, and honestly revealed "No, I ride it at night cuz it's illegal fer me t'be ridin' without a license." She laughed heartily, not seeming to care about such trivial things like laws. This girl was definitely a handful to say the least.
Having gotten over her confession of committing such innocent crimes, she moved onto the issue of color choice. "Yeah, but it's pretty cool bein' able t'make the colors blur when ya ride fast." She smirked, then glanced over to Price's bike. "S'pose I should let'cha get back t'work an' all! Pizzas ain't gonna be deliverin' themselves!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 7:10 pm
Oooh beating the snot out of kids. That wasn't so good. Barnaby tried to keep his expression comfortably neutral as he grunted at the mention of the thief's stupidity. Girls fighting had always been something he wasn't too fond of hearing about. Of course he knew some girls who actually could beat things up – Charys Murphy being pretty high on that list – but that didn't make it right for them to be doing it. They were supposed to leave fighting to boys and go… play with dolls or something. Whatever it was that girls did on their spare time.
"If he didn't steal it, I'd say he was just looking for attention." Though perhaps not in the way that Ellie had given it to him. Barnaby took the offered corner of paper with a nod, skimming it quickly before putting it in his pocket. "Thanks. I'll make sure to pin it up somewhere where he can see it." And the best part was he'd never be able to identify the handwriting. Aaah, Barnaby always loved it when he felt clever.
He snorted and shook his head when she brought up not having a licence, but he didn't stop grinning as he did it. "Maybe I'll race you when you get your licence. Maybe." The redhead chuckled, before making a face at the mention of work. "I suppose you're right." He spun the pen around on his fingers before pocketing it again. Was it time to go back to work already? Darn. He had been rather enjoying this little interlude. Still, work was work, and the money would be nice. Besides, he needed to pick up more dog biscuits on his way home. "Was nice talking to you though. Catch you around!" The redhead gave Ellie a casual salute before turning and heading back to his bike. There was a moment of silence – presumably when Barnaby was doing up his helmet – before the engine roared to life and the pizza delivery boy departed on the Scarlet Bandit.
(Fin?)
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