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 Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 2:22 pm
She scoffed and then looked over the bike.
"Are you a mob boss?" That could explain money...and like his willingness to 'get rid of' but it could also be bravado and maybe he felt a need to offer because her father was so obviously terrible?
"People would know. First person they'll come for is Chase." She looked at her uncle's office. "He doesn't need that."
Then she was quiet before sighing.
"No, but I've always wanted too. Chase has a bike for me to work on, make my own." she shook her head. "I'm scared. One thing to fix them. Another to actual ride them."
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 2:37 pm
A wry grin stretched across his mouth when he said, "not exactly." His wealth was because he was old money, with a frugal fiscally smart father who had sent him and his mother up for the rest of his life and then some. Plus, Alex had worked every day up until recently for his father's company. They'd paid him handsomely for menial work and he bought out a small coffeeshop when his old employers had grown too sick to afford medical treatment and the business.
"But, I could promise you that he would just become another name on the missing roaster. No one would bother your uncle." He was certain of that, because when the negaverse wanted people to disappear, it was easy. "I'm not-- the offer's just on the table."
He shrugged, grin slipping and his expression shifting back into its natural, stotic state. Emotions, and emotional displays, were hard for him as his grasp on his emotions was slipping.
"Have you ever been on one before?" He asked, brow cocking with interest. "I'll teach you if you want, or take you for a ride some time."
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 3:11 pm
She wanted to believe him.
Sometimes though, it was hard too. Chase had told her once that her problem would disappear. That she would never suffer her father like she had before.
he hadn't lied...It just hadn't come true either.
"He's just a drunk. The only harm he is causing is on me." She moved to the otherside of Hermes. "Better me, then anyone else."
But she wanted conversation to end and so she switched to the topic of bikes.
"I sat on mine for a bit. It's not right to me yet..." she looked up at his offer, a little surprised. "No. I mean...No thank you. You've been a really great customer, I don't want to impose on you or anything." her eyes narrowed a bit too..."You aren't hitting on me or anything right...." Because after meeting Fritz, SHE JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2016 8:56 pm
For a long while, Alex didn't say anything. Instead, he twined his fingers together, pressed his knuckles beneath his chin as he observed her. It was easy, comfortable, to sit in silence and just -- watch. Regan moved with practice, certainty and he found it to be easy to sit back and let it be.
"It's not imposing," he said quietly, head cocked slightly when he blinked at her. "I - no, I'm not hitting on you." He sat a little straighter when she asked, a ripple of a perplexed expression moving across his features. "Riding is an experience that I think everyone should have." He shrugged, joined hands falling into his lap.
"If you change your mind, on either counts, the offer will still be on the table." He wasn't going to push either issue, just let her know that they would still be available for her.
"There's nothing quite like a good ride," he added as an after thought. "It's like flying, but better. More thrilling."
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 9:17 am
She watched his face carefully after the question and, unlike Fritz, he didn't seem all that interested. Which was good. She didn't think most would flirt with her, but she was too dense and too blunt, so she usually made sure.
"I..." She pursued her lips and then struggled with the idea of relying on someone else. She wanted to ride and Alex seemed nice and dependable.
She kept working on the bike with continued ease and practice, and it was like the gears were turning in her head. She weighed pros and cons of becoming friends, of learning to ride, of just experiencing life.
Experiencing life.
That was something she couldn't get attached too. Deep down, she wanted it, but the reality of it was....She was made to die. There was no life for her because she was only one wrong hit away from being dead. She always feared it.
Worst, she had always just accepted it.
"I'm not meant for flying." She held up the wrench she had, "I'm meant for fixing your wings. Now come here and take a look." She had placed the new parts in and it just...."Give him a turn on." She wanted to hear the way Hermes would purr.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 12:07 pm
There had been in his life where Alex might've flirted with Regan if he thought it would be worth it, but as it were they people who did emotions on a low-key spectrum and that suited him just fine. It'd been a while since he could just exist in the company of someone else.
Regan, with her equally stoic personality, was perfect for it.
"Everyone's meant for flying, they just gotta figure out what works for them," Alex replied, shrugging as he unfolded his long legs and stood with a grace unexpected of someone so lean and lanky. He strode over to Hermes, slid the key into the ignition and turned it over.
He roared to life beautifully.
"Remember, life is short Regan. Sometimes taking a chance on something you don't think you should is worth it." And that was the last thing he'd say on the matter.
"If I got a bike, another one that needed fixing, can I come to you?" He liked her work and had been debating a second bike for a while. He wanted to switch up the bike he used at the races.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 8:12 pm
Hermes purred to life and Regan actually smiled, her lips turning up and her eyes crinkling. She didn't often think of herself of pretty, but in the rare cases she did smile, Chase had told her once that she was like a star shining. Bright and beautiful and captivating.
Then the smile disappeared and her snakebites fell back in it's normal stoic face and she was setting her gear aside.
"He sounds great." She nodded, looking him up and down. Like Fritz, he preached some pretty words. Maybe one day, she could think about it, but when her life was bleak and short, she thought it better not to dwell.
"Yeah, My hours are gonna be always the late ones, but long as your still good with that. You looking for a full restoration?" Her eyes lit up a bit. "I haven't done one of those yet...." It'd be a project, and she could commit to that.
She liked projects.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 9:18 pm
Alex caught her smile, watching her from the corner of his eye and his own mouth curled upward, then fell when she looked back at him. "I expected as much, you do good work." He only brought his bike to mechanics that did good, or the best work.
"Late night is better for me anyway." If he didn't have to go out in public during the day, he preferred not to. It was easier. Often, he only let his house to check on his business and for groceries, but after last time he was extra wary.
"Full restoration, hoping to watch as you work. If that isn't a problem?" He didn't think she's object, she'd been the one to offer to let him watch in the first place.
"I've had my eye on a bike, just needed to make sure I had a willing mechanic."
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 9:31 pm
She wiped her hand and then held it out.
"You got one." She offered. "I'm willing, and I don't mind you watching." She gnawed on her lips. "I won't keep you till closing next time but, yeah..." She looked over his shoulder and then nodded.
"I'll set you up with another appointment for tune up for Hermes, but whenever your ready with your new bike, just give us a call." She reached in her pocket and then handed over a card for him.
"I'll see you and the new bike soon, I hope."Nuxaz Tag wrap, or you do it on next post? OVO
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