2009-10-05: I've Been Cleavaged By The Best

Starring:

Charity_V4icon.pngJoel_V4icon.png

Date: October 5th, 2009

Summary:

Joel comes by Charity's place to pick up his car.


"I've Been Cleavaged By The Best"

Davies' Repair and Customs

In the noon time hours of the day, a chill still clings to the air, obviously winter is fast approaching. Davies' Repair And Customs is shadowed somewhat by the taller building around it, leaving the yard a little chiller then most. Even as the midday sunlight has finally reached it, the cars sitting around still show signs of a thin layer of frost on the windshields. For the most part is seems quiet, except for the work sounds coming from one of the bays.

"Alright Mack.. put down that this thing needs a new transmission.. shocks too. I know they won't like it, but damn these things are in bad shape." Charity has an old Toyota truck up on her one rack, and stands under it with a slightly overweight gentleman with a white bushy beard. He gives a small grunt in agreement and starts writing, while Charity continues to peer up at the car. "Damn. People really need to learn how to take care of their cars." That gets another grunt from her companion, Mack.. the man of many words. Today, the shop owner has her hair back in it's typical messy bun, ratty torn jeans and a oil stained gray sweater, with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows. There are smudges across one cheek on of course covering her hands and lower arms. "Course if they did we'd be out of work."

It's been a bit of time since Joel had last seen Charity, or his old green Saturn. When it came about that it was going to take more than a quick fixit to get it back on the road, he entrusted it to her caring hands and allowed her to do with it as she would. When that time finally passed and he got the message that his car was ready, the young man checked mapquest and how to get to this particular garage, then set off.

So it most likely comes as no surprise when Joel comes walking up the sidewalk, hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket, and his shoulders hunched a bit against the faint chill in the morning. His nose crinkles a touch as he considers addresses, street numbers… until he espies the small cubby hole of real estate that is the Davies' Repair and Customs. He advances towards the front door, but then hears noise coming from the garage. A small detour is taken and he lightly raps on the wall to announce his presence, "Morning."

Two sets of eyes, turn towards the new arrival. One gives him a curious yet rather bland look. The other, Charity gives the younger man a grin. "Hey. Come you pick up your car?" The question is redundant, of course he's coming for his car. So she doesn't wait for his answer, instead she points off to a section of the gravel strewn yard where his car sits with some of the others waiting for repairs and such. "She's over there. Good as new." There is confidence in that declaration. A glance to Mack, "Go give them a call let them know the damage." The man just gives a short nod and moves to do what he's asked, while Charity approaches Joel and show him over to the car in question. "Good day for you so far?"

"Ehn," He offers casually, as he falls into step besides Charity. Joel's eyes slide over to the car and he gets a small half-smile. He looks aside at the mechanicgal and comments off hand, "Long night." He leaves it at that for the moment as he saunters on over, gravel crunching under his feet and his hands still in his pockets. He looks over the old saturn, shaking his head a bit to himself. "You did a good number on her it seems."

Charity gives him a rather amused smile. "That bad, huh?" Though she doesn't push it, it is not her place to do so. Reaching into the pocket of her jeans she extracts the keys to his car and offers them over. "Not too much, but she should run good for awhile, as long as you get her in for regular oil changes and check ups that is. Sometimes being a woman is good cause you can wiggle out some good deals from the suppliers if you show a little cleavage." She pats the hood of the car, her hand pausing, fingers splayed for a moment. "Found a few refurbished parts. So the damage to your pocket isn't a nearly as bad." Her expression seems to be a bit distant as if she's thinking about something.

As he steps up to the car, Joel lets fingertips drift over its side. He steps around to the front, to the hood, his shoes crunching the gravel lightly as he moves. For a moment his expression is almost as distant as hers, but then he snaps back to the here and now, meeting her gaze as he offers a smirk coupled with a rejoinder. "Yeah, I've found not too many folks jump through hoops for a glimpse at my cleavage. Shame really."

A nod is tossed towards her as he motions with a sweep of his hand, "How much do I owe you?" there's something about his manner that seems like he's not exactly worried about how much it'll cost. He lifts up a finger and cocks an eyebrow, "And trust that the cleavage trick does not work on me, I've been cleavaged at by the best of them."

"No worries.. If you can't tell I'm not going for the cleavage trick today." Charity tugs at her gray sweater with a chuckle. "Far from it. Unless I wanted to flash my bra, which I'm not. As for the damage." There is a thoughtful look as she goes over numbers in her head, leaning a hip against the car, hand still pressed on it. Finally, she rattles off a figure, "Eight hundred fifty. Got lucky and got a new kid at my parts source. Young enough that the trick worked, gave it to me at cost."

A small chuckle is given, and weirdly enough the price doesn't seem to affect him. He gives a nod as he thinks about something, reflecting for a moment. "For a time I considered selling it." He gestures towards the car absently as he leans there, then he meets her gaze calmly, "But sometimes silly things like this come to represent memories and junk more than what they're supposed to be. Crazy huh?" He reaches a hand into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulls out his wallet. His brow knits for a moment.

"Not crazy at all." She says with a slow shake of her head. Charity uses the hand on his car to push herself away from it, giving him a matter of fact look. "We often hold on to things that bring back memories. I still have my husband's shop shirt hanging in the office of the shop, brought it with me from Florida. It's ratty and oil stained, I should get rid of it, but I don't." The tips of her fingers tuck into the front pockets of her jeans. "Had a woman once with a minivan that was in bad bad shape, but she wanted me to fix it. Make it good as new, cause it reminded her of her father, who had given it to her before he died." Shoulder lift in a slow shrug, "So it's not crazy really."

"Yah, you're probably right." He scrunches up an eye as he considers her, then considers the car. "Then again…" He considers the vehicle, with its little imperfections, flecks of paint, hints of rust, Dethklok sticker on the back. He shakes his head. "Might be best to make a clean break." He opens his wallet and starts to pull out hundred dollar bills, he counts out ten of them then folds them over halfway to extend them towards Charity. "Here, take that, the extra's for taking it off my hands. Do what you want with it." There's a slight narrowing at the corners of his eyes, but little more to denote his mood.

There is no hiding the look of surprise on Charity's face, as she stares at him like he grew another head. "Are you serious?" She looks down at the vehicle in question as she reaches for the money. "What could be that bad that you want to break away from a perfectly good car?" Looking back at him, she brows drop a bit more. "Seriously, it's a good car. Either way though. Don't forget to get your stuff out of it, you'll find it's all there." Her voice trails off and then she adds, "I'll hold onto the car and the extra money for awhile, just in cast you change your mind." She sounds convinced he will.

"Well yeah," Joel's smile is there again, easy as before. "Figured you'd have already totally stolen my stuff." His smirk shifts easily, the light glimmer of amusement in his eyes robbing the words of any severity or sting. He opens the back passenger side door of the car, putting it between them as he reaches in and grabs just for that old longbow and the quiver of arrows. As he speaks he casually slings the bow over his shoulder, "But it's like… a demarcation point. This car belonged to this other guy, who was a putz, and worked at a crappy job, doing crappy things." He tosses the quiver into a small backpack and shoulders that on the other arm, looking like a strange sight indeed. "Then again what do I know?"

The comment makes Charity clutch her chest dramatically and lean against the car. "Oh.. ouch. Glad to know I look like a petty thief not an honest shop owner." Straightening again with a grin, the money quickly disappears into her jean pocket while she watches him collect his stuff from the car. "Well, when you put it that way. I could just have it parted out and junked. Though seems a waste." The shop owner turns thoughtful. "If your sure, I'll make sure something happens to it."

"Yah, I don't exactly believe in numina or anything, or that things have spirits of their own, but seems kinda right that it's all back together and whole and all." Joel starts to step around the car, hands back in the pockets of his jacket as he considers her, "If you can sell it to someone who'll use it that'd be ideal I imagine. But if it's just going to sit here, then yeah. Everyone likes to be useful somehow I reckon." He leans against the car, then gives a small shrug with a crinkle of his nose accompanying.

Charity pats the hood of the car like it is a pet dog, "I'm sure I can find her a good home. If anything, I'm sure one of the local churches could use another vehicle for whatever reason." She studies the young man for a long moment, "What are you going to do for a vehicle now? Got an idea of what you want?" She moves away from the car and motions him to follow. "Might as well get you the paperwork. Gonna need the pink slip some point as well. "

A small gesture is given towards the car, "In the glove compartment." He smirks back at her before she can perhaps have a chance to chide him for such a practice, "I know, I know, bad idea. But I've a terrible memory, only way I'd keep it and not lose it." He steps towards her and moves in the direction she gestures, "Anyways, I figure I'll find something." He tilts his head, wryly. "Gonna try to sell me something now?"

She does indeed give him a look and turns back to the car to retrieve the pink slip. "I guess." She muses showing him the way to the small office at the front of the building. "As for car. Nah, I do have a old GTO and a 70's Mustang out there I rebuild and such…." She trails off and shakes her head, holding the door to the office for him. "I tend to only have two cars available at a time, unless I'm bored… like in the winter times."

As the walk in, Mack is just hanging up the phone. They both get eyed, before he stands and hands Charity the clip board with a nod. The gesture brightens the woman up some. "So they said yes? Nice. Well, get her prepped. I think we got the parts for that." The santa looking fellow, gives another nod and heads out of the office. "Anyhow.." Charity begins as she rifles through the stacks of papers on a desk. "..I'll get you that paperwork."

Following along a few steps behind her, Joel gives a small wave to Charity's co-worker, offering a companionable smile. He then turns back towards the woman as she moves, then answers her. "Nice cars, you're into restoration then." He steps over, prehaps just in line to glance out the window to try and espy those vehicles. He murmurs quietly, "All I know about cars for the most part is that gas goes in them." He looks back over his shoulder, seemingly entirely uncaring that he looks a sight with a bow and backpack slung. "I don't really see myself in something like that. Too…" He fails to find a suitable word.

"Mmm." Is all Charity says at first as she rifles through papers. "Ah.. here.." She tugs at a piece of paper midway down the pile, being careful not the fling the rest of it about. "Yeah. Some people play video games and surf the net for porn, others do puzzles. I — restore and customize cars and motorcycles." The vehicles in question sit outside with a trio of choppers. "And sports cars are not for everyone. Mack…" She motions over her shoulder with her thumb. "Loves his old 50's truck. Damn clunker really."

Without waiting, without any hesitation, without even a by your leave, Joel opens the door leading out and starts to wander over towards where those vehicles and motorcycles rest. He's probably expecting her to follow him, but then again maybe not as he starts to nose around at the snazzy hot rods and the uber choppers. His lip curls as he considers them, then looks back towards her. "They do kinda make statements."

"That they do," Charity says with confidence, she motions to a dark red Camero off to the side. "That's my baby. Rebuilt her myself as well. It was a sorry sight before I got my hands on her." She offers the paperwork to him. "There is your stuff, by the way." She then moves to caress the fender of the mustang. "It's all in the impression you want to make. Either…" She motions between the motorcycles and the cars… "Can be chick magnets." She chuckles. "I know how men look for that in a car."

"I dunno," Joel steps around the mustang and tilts his head to the side. "I've been feeling more subdued lately." Says the guy sporting the Robin Hood look for the moment. He moseys over towards the motorcycles, his step even as he moves, something easy in his motion. "And thanks," He accepts the paperwork from her, then tilts his head. "You know, not to be a huge jerk, but in what passes for normal in my life I'd be terribly curious to see if you'd like to have dinner sometime together." His eyes slide back towards the motorcycles, "But things have been crazy, and it'd be wrong to infect innocent bystanders with this amount of crazy." He holds up a finger, as if staying any protest or affirmation, "However, umm." He looks back and cants his head to the side, almost like a curious canine. "If things calm down, you know, down the line. Would you mind terribly if I called on you?" For some reason he uses that particular turn of the word, almost classical.

Turning to lean against the Mustang, Charity smirks a little at his going on, one side of her lip tugs up higher then the other. She lets him continue on til the end, only then does she chuckle a bit. "Well… " She seems to consider what he says, "A little younger then I'm use too.. but.. sure call on me, we'll see where I am at then." There is a wink given as she heaves herself away from the car and starts towards the bays again. "Cuase life tends to find ways of making planning for the future kinda tough." She pauses turning back towards him. "I gotta go, I can see Mack glaring at me from here, means he needs help with somethin'… You, sir, take care of yourself."

"Nice to know," Joel offers in response. He takes another moment to look at her, then lets his gaze fall upon the vehicles the woman restored. As she departs he calls after, "And you," With that farewell given he shakes his head as if considering something, then he rounds and starts to walk towards the gate and the exit, longbow swaying casually upon his back.

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