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Hank had gone out.

This meant that Phil was in charge for now. And if one knew Phil, they would also know that he was not exactly the best employee. So when two boys came into shop, it was no surprise that he didn't stop his conversation at all.

"Really, that sucks about that sweet ride. I bet the owner was pissed as all hell. Going to be so expensive t'fix, especially since it's an old model." The employee's voice was rough, and even though he spoke well enough, he still sounded a bit uneducated.

To contrast the flunkee's rough voice, another voice chimed in.

"Oh god, it was so sick! I felt so bad fer th'racer. I know the pain of fixin' up somethin,' only fer it t'get f*ck'd over!" This voice was something that wasn't usually found in such a location. It was a girl's voice.

In fact, the blonde girl was the first to notice the two boys standing at the entrance. Though she didn't work there, she was wearing a jumpsuit similar to that any garage worker would, except it was two pieces, showing off plenty of stomach. "Oh sh*t, Phil! I guess I should let ya get back t'work!" She grinned, then went to go find some parts for herself.

Phil sighed. Waving at the two boys, he signaled for them to come closer with a "Okay, what'cha got, boys?" Too bad Phil didn't look much older than 20, otherwise he might have had more of a reason to address the two potential customers as such.

"How're ya gonna be payin'?" the employee asked as he kneeled down to begin looking at the damage. He pulled out a Phillips head screwdriver and began to prod around through the wires. The young adult didn't mention if it was fixable or not, but he seemed interested in looking at the machine first.

Ellie had just gone down an Isle and began her search for an Air flow sensor, but then she heard one of the most ear grating sounds in the world. A guy with a cheesy pick up line. She turned around with her arms crossed and faced this guy. He wasn't much taller than her, so they were nearly facing eye to eye.

"Don't call me cutie, or I start callin' ya *sshole," she grunted out. She didn't work there, so she didn't have to be civil around an idiot with a mind that thought only with his crotch.

"Mmmmmhmmmmm.... you have enough cash fer a new bike?" Retracting his screwdriver back, he looked to the boy. It was never easy to give this sort of diagnosis. Looking the boy in the eyes, he sighed out what needed to be said.

"Cuz you'd be better off getting a new one. The cost fer fixin' this would be about the same, if not more."

The blonde girl couldn't help but roll her eyes at all the cheese oozing out of this guy. When he got called back, she couldn't help but point out "N'er said or thought you should go away. Just don' wanna be called 'cutie.'" Half of her mouth curled upwards a bit for a bit of an awkward expression. "Ain't too much t'ask fer respect, is it?"

"Yeah, probably could save the frame..." Phil glanced at the clock. If his boss got back and saw these kids, then he'd probably be forced to do some work. And he wasn't in the mood to work right now (then again, he never really was fond of working to earn his paycheck).

"It'd still be pretty costly though," he pointed out. "At least, if ya did it here." He paused, then called out quite casually "Hey, Ellie! Would ya enjoy takin' this '97 BMV apart, gettin' rid of the junk and givin' the boys back the frame?"

Rather bluntly at this boy's question about nicknames, she stated flatly "Yes." Case closed. Some girls might have fallen for that crap, but Ellie had more self worth than to be called by cutesy little derogatory names like "Cutie" or "honey."

When her friend asked her about a potential project, she rather eagerly ran up to the vehicle to also give it a look over. She dodged around the boys and used her hand to lift up some of the wires to get a better look.

"Lemme guess... not in the mood t'earn yer keep t'day, Phil?" The job looked simple enough, which meant her friend was just being lazy. She continued to look it over, silently debating whether or not to do this, since Mr. Suave had rubbed her the wrong way to start off.

Still looking at the motorcycle, Ellie said "Yeah, yeah, I usually do this type of crap for free... cover Phil's sorry a** at times." She couldn't help but feel bad that such a decent looking bike got screwed over in such a fashion. It only reminded her of the night she discovered she was a Sailor Scout, which she had been somewhat attempting to shove out of her mind when she could.

Phil seemed to take no offense to being talked about in such a fashion. In fact, he seemed more amused than anything else. This was Ellie, and Ellie was his friend. And friends bashed their friends.

When the blonde finally stood up, she patted off the dust from her pants, then looked up to Marlo. "Hey, could ya do me a favor? Can ya get *sshole here to stop being a douche? I don't want to be called 'cutie,' and I won't work on yer bike if he keeps callin' me that."

Phil's head sunk a bit. "...damnit..." he managed to mumble under his breath. Maybe today wasn't his lucky day about shoving his work onto his friend.

"Hey, dude, I wouldn't push a girl who'd be doin' ya a favor." Phil nervously ruffled his hair that wasn't smooshed under his bandana. He had noticed that Ellie had her arms crossed, which meant she wasn't in the best of moods now. Though Ellie was pretty good about it, she had been known to start up fist fights with guys.

Ellie snorted in a very un-lady-like fashion. "Obviously, *sshole is deaf. Then again, if *sshole had any manners, he might have introduced himself before starting to flirt like a douche." Obviously the boy hadn't heard when Phil called her over. Phil called her by name. So right now, Mr. *sshole was ranking high in the idiocy charts.

As if to make a point, she took up Marlo's right hand in her own right hand and began to shake it firmly. "At least yer not acting like a f*g. Name's Ellie. What's yers?" Had she been a bit more rude, she might have turned to the brother with a smug little smile. This was what a guy should have done, instead of waiting for the girl to take care of it.

Ellie's brow quirked slightly at Elzo's hand. She didn't even bother to give him a handshake. Instead, she just looked at him like how a person would look at a seven headed chicken with fur instead of feathers and an elephant trunk on one of the heads. "Yeah, about that... I don't shake hands with douche bags."

Phil had managed to slip off to behind the counter again, as if to state he was basically done. The girl couldn't help but feel abandoned, but it was no big deal. On the mention of legal-ese, she shook her head and waved her hands in front of her in a fashion that said "No!"

"Uh uh, I ain't one fer that sorta sh*t! I do this stuff as a hobby, and I can't help it if Phil is lazy as f*ck." She stopped the head shaking and hand waving to face Marlo (and only Marlo). "I don't do paperwork. And I do it fer free. You jus' promise that yer not gonna sue my *ss and that yer not gonna follow me home to stalk me."

Haphazardly, Phil tossed in a "She's good on her word, guys! She's a good egg!"

Ellie shouted back at him "Seriously? Who the hell says that anymore?"