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Post by Dallas Richmond on Mar 18, 2012 15:04:00 GMT -5
Dallas yawned as he rolled out of bed, casually slipping on some boxers and pajama pants as he made his way through the cramped one bedroom apartment he rented. Sleeping naked was a luxury he didn't have at home, and he now abused in every way possible. Seventeen years of living under someone else's rules he was starting to make his own. He wandered into the tiny bathroom (no seriously theres only like half a step between the sink, toilet and stand up shower) and got ready for the day, showering, brushing his teeth and putting the smallest amount of gel in his hair.
Once he was ready, he got changed and grabbed his keys to his embarassing beat up car, his cell phone, and apartment. Dally was going to the autoshop to get a paint job done. Starting the car (twice) Dallas made his way down towards the only auto shop in town. He wasn't usually this early, nor was he usually ever up before noon on a Saturday! But, his car was his main mode of transportation and he needed it to at least look decent. So, he was awake and ready.
Pulling into the shop, Dally immediately felt stupid. Nice cars needing oil changes or better tires were in front of him. Cars like Ford or Toyota, Jeeps, even a Hummer! Yeah. He definately didn't fit in here. Dallas sighed and parked his car, killing the engine and got out, heading towards the main building where the reception area was. He walked in and murmured to the receptionist what he was here for, paid, and went back outside to kill him.
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Post by ethan naro on Mar 18, 2012 15:18:43 GMT -5
Ethan worked at that automotive shop, and had been for a few months now since him and his dad moved to Jhoplin. They had practically accepted him on the spot as he showed them his motorcycle he built, a sleek red and black one-seater bike. He usually handled the dirtiest and most complicated problems, but still got paid the least. But he loved doing this kind of stuff.
His motorcycle was parked off to the side, away from cars and the road. He was underneath a car giving it a simple oil change when the trashy white car came pulling up in the parking lot. He paid no mind to it, one of the other guys would get to him. He peeked over as the guy got oit and could only see feet from underneath the car so he still had no idea who it was.
He emptied the old oil in the drain and slid out from underneath the car, his face having a few oil smudges and his fimgers as well. He brushed ff his fimgerless gloves on his jeans and stood up. Apparently the other guys were on coffee break..
Eventually, he thought, he would run this place. Nobody else ever did anything. He recognized Dallas. He grinned and walked up to him. "Que pasa?!" he said, still grinning. "What's wrong with your car this time?" he asked, looking at the car.
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Post by Dallas Richmond on Mar 18, 2012 15:40:35 GMT -5
The tall seventeen year old wasn't out there for long; more people drove in and out, talking on their phones or to the workers, or complaining about the jobs they had done. The high schooler smirked and shook his head, returning his attention to his phone, keys to his car hanging between his fingers.
"Que pasa?!" Dallas swung his head over to the left and saw Ethan there, one of his younger buddies at school. This kid had charm with the automotives and Dally was always jealous over his hand-crafted bike. "What's good, Ethan." Dallas greeted, smirking. Ethan wasn't too bad of a kid, and even though Dallas probably wouldn't care much for him on a normal basis, he was insanely jealous of his machanical skills and could only dream of being as good as him.
"What's wrong with your car this time?" He laughed, a genuine laugh that would have been louder if the squealing machines and the constant sounds of tools from inside the garage weren't so loud. "Nothin'. It just needs a paint job. Maybe if it's a good color I can trade and get a nicer set of wheels," Dally explained to Ethan. "Working hard, eh?" Dallas then asked, pointing to the oil smudges on his friends face and hands. |
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Post by ethan naro on Mar 18, 2012 15:53:32 GMT -5
Ethan shook his head, sticking his thumbs in his jeans. "I have to admit it's fairly busier than most saturday mornings," he said, looking around and surveying the parking lot at the cars parked or jacked up with parts lying all about them.
"But i can't necessarily call this work. I love this jib too much for it tk be work for me," he said, looking at his motorcycle. This was true. He loved working on cars, and for friends he would often give major discounts for wht he did, sometimes free. "Plus, they're not paying me near enough for this to be considered a job."
He looked back at Dallas. "So anyways! You say you want a pain job?" he asked, looking back at the car. "Not sure if that'll help the pricing too much, but it would look a bit better. What color do you have in mind?" he asked, walking up to it and observing the bits wherw the paint is chipped or faded.
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Post by Dallas Richmond on Mar 18, 2012 16:00:42 GMT -5
"But hey, wouldn't you rather it be busy and stay busy for your shift over being bored?" Dallas asked, knowing that if it were him in Ethan's spot, he'd want to be busy all shift. He rolled his shoulders; aching from whatever he did last night, Dallas wondered what he had done to make his shoulders hurt. There wasn't much he could do; last night had been Friday and even though it was the end of the week, there hadn't been any popping parties. Dallas returned his attention to Ethan, who had spoken and then looked at his bike. "Understandable." Dally replied simply, smirking.
"How much they paying you anyways? If it's not enough you should complain, dude." The senior said, as Ethan then cast his attention to the beat up old white car Dally drove over. He almost winced, but the smirk on his face wasn't going anywhere. "Yeah, a paint job. Probably red since it's a power color, but black seems to be a high selling color, you know?" Dallas said. "I think I told the painter over the phone I wanted black." He mused then, thinking back to the phone conversation he didn't really remember.
He leaned against the car then, crossing his arms over his chest as he glanced over at Ethan. "I've already paid; I just need to wait the hour or so until they can get me in." He explained, looking at his scuffed shoes then back at Ethan. |
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Post by ethan naro on Mar 18, 2012 16:19:37 GMT -5
"Of course! I wasn't complaining bout how busy it's been!" Ethan said, chucklimg to himself. The day he complained about working on cars would be the day he died. "What were you doing on a friday night for your shoulders to be sore?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at Dallas. "You didn't meet up with Kaylee, did you?" he chuckled at that. Amytime they thought of Kaylee they thought of a slut. But a damn good one.
He leaned against the hood of the car. "Red would definitely mark it up higher than any other color, but since cops look for red more than any other color car you may scare off a few potential buyers," he said, getting back to business. He liked being able to mix business with casual conversations.
He shook his head, smiling at the time he had to wait. "I'm not surprised, what witht eh busy morning we got," he said. "So what are you getting here an hour early for? I would have slept in another thirty minutes if i were you."
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Post by Dallas Richmond on Mar 18, 2012 17:07:20 GMT -5
"Haha, well no worries over here, buddy. I know what you mean." Dallas replied with a laugh. He looked over at Ethan when he questioned him about his shoulders, before shrugging. "I dont remember, to be honest. I have to stop drinking so much," He cast a sheepish gaze back to the mechanic, before chuckling and rubbing his short cropped hair with the palm of his hand. He seriously didn't remember what happened Friday night; he was supposed to know so it wouldn't happen again, but obviously that wasn't the plan.
Kaylee? Kaylee O'Connor? "Uhm, no but we might go to the Roller Rink party together... why?" Dallas asked, suddenly curious as to why Ethan was asking about Kaylee. Dallas wasn't too hot on Kaylee because he didn't know her well enough, but he knew enough about her. Dallas watched as Ethan leaned against his car and was surprised the frame didn't move too much. This car was old; like 1999 old and it hadn't been in great shape to begin with anyways. "Yeah, so I guess it was a good idea I picked black then." Dally said, smirking slightly. For being a party-goer and pretty much a manwhore, he had a sparkling clean record.
Ethan mentioned something about sleeping in, and the slightly taller male shrugged. "I needed to get up early anyways. Had to kill some time regardless." |
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Post by Kaylee O'Connor on Mar 18, 2012 17:20:22 GMT -5
Kaylee rolled out of her bed with a groan. She was completely disheveled and slightly hung over. She stumbled over to the bathroom and splashed some water on her face, trying to clear her head. It helped a bit. Coffee. I need coffee she mumbled to herself as she stumbled back to her bedroom. There were clothes thrown all over the room that made the trip hazardous. She eventually made it back to her bed in one piece though. She snatched the black leather jacket off her bed and threw it over the neon green bra she was fell asleep in. She then quickly jumped into a pair of jeans that showed off her ass quite nicely. She then threw on some heels and bounced out of the house.
Once outside, she hopped into her red '08 mustang convertible. Her sixteenth birthday present from her dad. It was in need of an oil change though. Had been for the past week. She'd been to busy to take it in though. She had a few hours to kill though so she figured now would be as good as any time. And apparently she had an appointment today. She wasn't complaining.
When she reached the auto shop, she quickly parked the car and hopped out. She walked into the reception area to let the receptionist know she was here and then walked out. She was a bit early and the shop was running a bit behind she had a bit of time to kill. So she walked out to the shop.
As she walked in, her heels clicking against the ground, she heard her name being spoken by one of the two guys talking in the shop. Smirking, she walked over to them. Cocking her right hip out, she rested her hand on it. The movement caused her jacket to part, putting her midriff and bra on display. He only wishes he had been with me. she interjected into the conversation with a light laugh. Her eyes flashed with trouble as her mouth twisted back into a smirk.
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Post by ethan naro on Mar 18, 2012 17:32:07 GMT -5
"I'm one of those guys who hates the taste of beer so much they don't drink it," Ethan said, shrugging. "Consider me lucky, consider me not, it doesn't matter." he stepped back and walked aroumd to the other side of the car, checking the tires.
He kicked the front tire, then stooped down amd pressed down on it as Dallas talked about his plans. He stood back up and looked at the taller guy. "I was just wondering. I've heard some stories about her that she makes any guy sore after sessions," he said, adding casually, "and you've got a flat tire."
He was walking around to the back of the car to look at the exhaust pipe as well as check the back tires when Kaylee showed up, showing off her stuff. He whistled low as he looked her up and down. "You're looking beautiful today, Kaylee," he said, grinning at her as he comtinued to look at the back tired and exhaust pipe and totally blowing over her saying he wished he was with her.
He inwardly sighed with relief as he dodged the accusation. In truth, he did wish it was him. He had his experiences with girls, but Kaylee was a girl he really wanted. Borderline desperate. But due to horrible past experiences with girls from his old town, he didn't make his feelings known in this new town.
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Post by Dallas Richmond on Mar 18, 2012 17:51:58 GMT -5
"But drinking is good! It's an escape drug, sometimes everyone needs it!" Dallas said, almost selling the idea of drinking to Ethan. "Sometimes a few drinks is all it takes to get that courage to ask a girl out, hm?" He edged, grinning at Ethan. Dallas wasn't sure about Ethan's sexual preference or his spot in relationships, but whatever. To each their own. Dallas watched him as he began looking around the car. As Ethan kicked the front tire and then explained what he knew about Kaylee, the light haired male tilted his head slightly.
"Sore? Jeez, she sounds wild," Dallas replied, trying to sound disinterested, but Ethan had sparked a curiosity in him. But the next few words were going to squash that curiosity for a few minutes... "A flat!? Shit!" Dallas groaned, rubbing his hair again. That was why the car felt lopsided. But then a female voice cut in; Dallas whipped his head over and saw the she-devil of the moment, Kaylee. Wavy blonde hair that made Dallas' heart thud, he grinned at her. "Looking damn fine, girl. You here to make my wishes come true then?" Dallas smirked at her, pushing off from the side of the car to wander over to her.
He glanced back at Ethan, that smirk still on his face. "Kaylee, you know Ethan, dont you?" Dallas said, trying to get an introduction going. Maybe if Ethan had motivation to ask someone out, maybe he would come to a party and drink a little! |
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Post by Kaylee O'Connor on Mar 18, 2012 18:07:14 GMT -5
Why thank you dear. Kaylee purred as Ethan complimented her. She threw him a dazzling smile and threw in a wink. Hell, might as well have fun with the two of them. To harm in shamelessly flirting with two men at once. Ruffle some feathers. Get some testosterone flowing. Gawd she loved the testosterone.
As Dallas started to talk, she let out a flirty giggle. Oh you two. she purred to them. You are much to sweet. She then removed her hand from her waist and reach up to her hair. She started to run both of her hands through it. Even though she hadn't taken the time to brush it before she left, it still looked good. Slightly disheveled, sorta sex hair looking, but it lent to her sex appeal. It looked really good with her outfit. If it could even be called that.
When she was finished with her hair, she dropped her hands to her jacket and started to take it off. Yes, I do know him. Then again, who don't I know? she said with a smirk. Be a doll and set this somewhere it won't get dirty would you? She said to Dallas as she held the jacket out to him and sweetly smiled.
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Post by ethan naro on Mar 18, 2012 18:20:51 GMT -5
Ethan was muttering to himself about hownthe car exhaust pipe looked fine and so did the back tires when Dallas was pushing drinking on him. He stood up and leaned towards the guy on the back of the car, raising an eyebrow at him talking about asking a girl out. "Are you trying to persuade me that drinking is good?!" he asked, chucklimg to himself again and shaking his head.
Once more, he dodged an awkward moment for him. He was scared to get close to any girl in particular, as he had almost attempted suicide over an especially nasty relationship, and since then would not allow himself to date.
He inwardly cursed Dallas to bring that up. Now he was nervous to even look at Kaylee, who was taking off her jacket now. He walked around to the front of the car, making an effort (a hell of a lot) to keep from staring at her shapely curves. He checked the otherfront tire as they flirted, pretending to be too absorbed in work to pay attention, not taking to mind that actually might make her pay even more attention to him.
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Post by Dallas Richmond on Mar 18, 2012 18:39:01 GMT -5
Dallas was all for Kaylee; he could hear Ethan from his spot around the car, but like any guy his age with testosterone, he couldn't help it as his eyes wandered around her body, taking great care to memorize every shapely curve. Then again, who don't I know? She had said, and Dally - dazed - just chuckled and looked over to the side, finally remembering that Ethan was there too.
Well, he wasn't going to let Ethan be a cockblock.
Kaylee told him to put her jacket somewhere where it wouldn't get dirty; he opened his front door and threw it on his seat. As far as he was concerned, that was the cleanest place it'd be for the next few hours if he remembered to get it out before then. "Are you trying to persuade me that drinking is good?!" Ethan. Right. Dallas broke his contact with Kaylee and grinned over at the other guy. "Yes. Come with us, come drink!"
Dally looked back at Kaylee and smirked, glancing at her hair. "What exactly do you do to get your hair to look like that?" He was flirting, obviously. It was obvious from the way he was standing to how he was speaking, voice clear but blow, his eyes flittering between her eyes and her outfit. |
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Post by Kaylee O'Connor on Mar 18, 2012 18:55:08 GMT -5
Kaylee smirked as Dallas looked at her. She could feel his eyes following all of her curves. She was quite enjoying the attention. And by the looking of things, she wouldn't be having a boring night. Well, hopefully. Last night may have been fun, but there hadn't been nearly enough. . .contact. And boy was she in the mood for some. And by gawd she was going to get some tonight no matter what.
As Dallas was throwing her coat into the car, she couldn't help but notice that Ethan wasn't paying very much attention to her. She couldn't have that. It was Kaylee time.
Yes. Come party with us. she purred as she walked over to Ethan. As she walked, her chest bounced slightly, showing off just how well shapen she really was. When she reached Ethan, she laid her hand on his shoulder. She kept walking and let her nails lightly drag across to his other shoulder before dropping it down his arm. Smiling, she placed both of her hands on the hood. It caused her to lean forward a bit, showing off her fantastic cleavage to the two males. It'll will be so much fun. she said with a slight pout.
Turning her attention back to Dallas, she laughed as he commented about her hair. I have one word for you. she purred with a wink. Sex. Of course, that wasn't the answer. Well not this time anyways. But he hadn't specifically asked about this time, had he?
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Post by ethan naro on Mar 18, 2012 19:09:37 GMT -5
Ethan could tell Dallas didn't want him around anymore. It was all about Kaylee now. He stood up amd leaned over the hood, pretemdimg to look at the horrible current paint job again and trying to focus on it to keep from looking at Kaylee, who was showing more and more curves by the second.
Speaking of which... He thought as she strutted over to him and touched his shoulder and arm, tracing the slight muscle he had. He inwardly shuttered and it toom everything he had not to turn red.
"Yeah, i'll go," Ethan said casually, looking at her face and trying harder than anything not to look at her chest, which he couldn't manage to hold back a quick glance. He wiped off the oil stain in his cheek and wiped his hands off on his jeans one more time.
Before he ended up staring at her breasts, he turned his attention away from her with a bit of effort and went to get an air pump. It was lyijg by the other truck so it only took him a few seconds. He set it beside the flat tire, but didn't go to fix it yet. Maybe those few seconds away gave him his control and cool back..
He looked over at his motorcycle, shining red on the other side of the parking lot but in clear view. It always attracted attention. maybe Kaylee would like it? Want to see it? He threw those thoughts away. No, no, no! He was NOT going down that "try to impress her" road! She was after Dallas, obviously, anyway...
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