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Post by Charlie Robert Groth on Oct 5, 2010 18:53:42 GMT -5
“Chuck!……. Chuck!….. Oh for gods sake” jimmy walked over and grabbed Charlie by the ankle and pulled him out from underneath the 78 Ford Mustang he was working on and ripped the headphones out of his ears. “What you doing, Jim?” he asked sitting up slowly and pausing the song on his Ipod. “I have been calling you for twenty minutes, I’m going home now, its almost six” he said stuffing a grease covered rag into his dirty overalls pocket. “Yeah alright, don’t forgot to clock off” he replied putting the headphones back into his ears. “You’re the boss” Jimmy mumbled and turned and walked away. Chuck gave a grunt and shook his head, he pressed play on his Ipod and slid back under the car again. He was going to finish replacing the oil filter tonight.
It would have only been half an hour after Jimmy left did he pull himself back out from under the Stang’. Getting to his feet he turned off his Ipod and put it on the cluttered bench top and pressed the button on the hydraulics system and the car slowly lowered and touched down on the ground. It was getting late and he was a little tired but he didn’t want to go home yet. He loved being at his garage, it meant that he could think about anything he wanted with out getting interrupted. Minus the times when he was contacted by a fellow gang member requesting an emergency ride. He didn’t have anyone booked down tonight that needed one of his cars but that didn’t mean someone might get into a tight spot and need assistance getting out of it.
He plonked himself down on the old swivel chair next to the desk that was covered in paper work. He was very unorganised in this place, but it was how he liked it, He knew were everything was when it was messy. He sighed as he looked around his garage, he loved this place, he had worked so hard to get this place, to get this far with what he was doing. He really loved his job. Just thinking about it made him smile. Leaning back in his chair his spotted something that made him smirk. It was his old red and black acoustic guitar. Getting to his feet without even a second think he walked over and picked it up and wiped the dust away. It had been a long time since he had actually place, he hoped he could still remember how to play.
Sighing he placed the guitar across his legs and started to strum. The sound was just noise no real notes. He missed that sound of fresh music, it was refreshing. He closed his eyes and started playing the words escaped his lips. “She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart While I’m drinking jack all alone in my local bar And we don't know how we got into this mad situation Only doing things out of frustration
Trying to make it work but man these times are hard She needs me now but I can't seem to find a time I've git a new job now in the unemployment line And we don't know we got into this mess it's a gods test Someone help us cause we're doing our best
Trying to make it work but man these times are hard But we're gunna start by drinking old cheap bottles of wine
Saying things we haven't for a while, a while yeah We're smiling but we're close to tears Even after all these years We just now got the feeling that we're meeting For the first time” Stopping he bit the inside of his mouth, and placed the guitar on the ground next to him. Then he lent back on his swivel chair and stared at the ceiling. A past time he thoroughly enjoyed. Words: 652 Notes: I love this song! Tag: Jeanie Car: Clicky Song: Clicky
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Post by Jeanette Avery Cooper on Oct 5, 2010 19:07:53 GMT -5
Jeanette had a shift that night taking apart cars so they could sell the parts to whoever wanted them. It was a profitable business. She wished she got to do more grab and go's for the leader and such but the guys in this job resented having a girl on the team. it didn't even matter that she was great at this job.
But it didn't matter, Jimmy should have left work ages ago and she was a little later, but hopefully Chuck wouldn't notice or care. It was a gang job, he wasn't really the boss. He just liked to act like one. She rolled up in a BMW that some dumbass parked on the street, radio blasting so that he would hear her before he saw her. She rolled up and parked the car, stepping out of it and pulling her hair into a ponytail.
"Heya Boss," She laughed. The idiot was just staring at the ceiling.
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Post by Charlie Robert Groth on Oct 5, 2010 19:35:18 GMT -5
All sounds and movements around him disappeared as his eyes traced the cracks and lines on the ceiling. This was the only way he could clear his mind of all the unwanted junk. He wasn’t quite sure why looking at the ceiling relaxed him it just did. He could sit there for hours and hours, just staring. Forgetting completely about Jeanie coming in tonight he continued to look at the ceiling the song replaying over and over in his head. He didn’t even hear the car pull up and the door being closed or the person getting out of it walking over to him. Too bad if it was a murderous tiger wanting to bust him up, he wouldn’t have known any different until he was getting the crap kicked out of him. The voice in his ear thought did snapped him back to reality and he jolted backwards in fright and crashed onto the hard concrete floor. Scrambling to his feet he pushed the chair back under the desk and tried to acted as though nothing of the sort had happened.
“Hi, Jen” he said clearing his throat and holding his tail bone where he had landed on it. He looked around the garage and spotted the guitar and he picked it up and shoved it into his locker and slammed the door closed and walked back over. “Sorry, I kind of forgot you were coming in, just give me a sec and I’ll move the Stang’. The mustang was just a side project that Chuck was working on, he wouldn’t lead on but it was his baby. He loved that car and he wanted it to be in the best condition it could possibly be in. He grabbed the keys and jumped in. he turned it on and the roar of the engine made him smirk, it did every time. He drove it off the hydraulics’ system and over to it own little garage. He closed down the door and locked it and jogged back over to Jen. “So what have you got tonight” he said meaning what kind of car was she working on tonight. Words: 358 Notes: None Tag: Jen
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Post by Jeanette Avery Cooper on Oct 5, 2010 19:48:50 GMT -5
Jeanie laughed as he toppled over backwards and she said nothing until he was back from driving his baby back home. "Some dumb bitch lost her BMW," she said with a shrug. "You gonna help me? Its gotta be spare parts by tomorrow." She said getting the car into the area his mustang had just vacated and grabbing a wrench. They had some work to do. She spun it around in her hand and got out of the car.
She popped open the hood and clucked her tongue a little. Maybe she'd just start here and work her way down and back the vehicle. "So what'd you and Jimmy get done today?" She had to know what was up in their little mini gang because they'd get blamed as a group if anything went wrong.
As she started to work she realized it was way too quiet. "Why aren't you pumping the radio? This ain't a library." Jen liked music to dance and shake too while she worked. Much more fun.
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Post by Charlie Robert Groth on Oct 6, 2010 21:01:58 GMT -5
Chuck smirked as she explained tonight’s little job. Well it was a brand new BMW it wasn’t going to be a little job, but they were both good at what they did so it shouldn’t take very long to strip it with both of them working on it. “Nice.. Her loss” he said as she topped the hood. It was a nice car and the parts would go for a nice profit once sold. He picked up his tools and walked around to the front of the car and examined the goods under the hood. He was impressed the previous owner must have known a little about cars or she was a rich bitch that had no idea what she was buying. Oh well either way she was never going to see this car all in one piece again. Chucked blinked as he heard Jen’s question he had zoned out again.
“Jim, got the Mercedes finished and delivered the parts on time and I got all the oil system done on the Stang” he said scratching his forehead. He really shouldn’t have spent so much time on his baby but they had everything done on time, so really he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Jen was always worried about not getting enough done, but she was so good at what she did Chuck couldn’t understand why she worried so much. Chuck yawned slightly as she started to work on the car, there was no mucking around when it can to Jen, she always wanted to get her work done. He walked around to the side of the car and sat down on his make shift lie board and was about to go under when her voice reached his ears again.
Her words made him smirk and he got to his feet again. Chuck wasn’t a huge fan of the music they played on the radio but not very many people liked his style of music and he was usually voted out when it can to playing music. He didn’t mind though as background noise was better then no noise at all. “Even if it was a library I was say Fuck it” he said and walked over to the radio on the work bench. The radio was covered in grease and dust, he flicked it on and it was already on the station that everyone listened to. The song blasted out and he turned down the volume a little bit. It was okay to have it loud if you were here on your own but when you were with someone else you needed to be able to him them. Chuck usually listened to his Ipod, he couldn’t hear a god damn thing expect him music, but he was with Jen and he liked talking to her. “Better?” Words: 466 Notes: None Tag: Jen
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Post by Jeanette Avery Cooper on Oct 6, 2010 21:35:41 GMT -5
Jen grinned. "Much." Music made everything better, plus it let her remind the guys at the garage that she was actually a female. Granted, she knew none of them were really looking, or cared about her. Many didn't respect her even after all these years. Whatever. She started to twist her hips to the music, humming softly as she started under the hood.
Cars were masterpieces of machinery. She felt a certain amount of pride that she could probably dissemble a car and put it back together all on her own, even if she was permanently a lower class rider thanks to her gender. But she had gotten the job anyway, the guys were used to her by now. She was like part of the architecture.
She moved around, getting into her work. It was more fun to play when your work was done, plus the more efficient she was, the less likely the boys were to give her crap. Not like the old ones did, but the young ones resented it. She was always trying to prove herself, just in case.
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Post by Charlie Robert Groth on Oct 7, 2010 5:56:16 GMT -5
Chuck peaked around the hood of the BMW and smirked as he watched move her body while she worked on getting the parts out. Chuck never really looked at Jen as a girl, she was just one of the boys. He had never been alone with her in the garage before and never really noticed her dancing around before. He didn’t have any distractions tonight, there was no one asking him questions or getting him to help them with their work. It was just him and her, it dawned on him and he ducked back around out of sight.
He needed to lighten the mood a little bit. He walked around in front of the car and lent down and started working on the other side. He un-bolted the battery and put it on the bench next to him. He looked at her from the corner of his eye and for the first time he actually saw her. She was very beautiful and she really knew how to move.
Smirking he decided to do something he had never done before, he was going to shake his thang. Waiting for the right beat in the music he started to shake his ass and backing it against the car. He was actually enjoying himself for a split second and them it dawned on him. It probably wasn’t the best idea he was making an ass of himself. He stopped suddenly, cleared his throat and ducked his head under the hood and started fiddling around again. Oh god why did he do that?
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Post by Jeanette Avery Cooper on Oct 7, 2010 16:50:20 GMT -5
Jen watched him as he watched her. The look was unfamiliar, and then he started shaking his ass and she just burst out laughing. "Nice moves." She teased playfully, winking at him. She'd never seen him really let loose in the garage. He was usually focused, like she was, though she did try to let a little out when she worked. It was cathartic in some way---and much better than crying to relieve stress.
Jen tucked a loose wisp of hair behind her ear, "I'm pretty sure the car down't wanna grind with you." She knocked on the side of the car, letting the metallic sound ring. Only hard muscle was hot, otherwise, soft curves won. Some men thought her knowledge of cars was sexy. She often broke out singing 'shut up and drive', loving the sexual innuendo and car lingo.
She realized how shapely his arms were, how his stubble was fairly neat and she had a sudden urge to run her fingers through his hair. She chalked it up to the fact that she hadn't had much time for sex recently.
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Post by Charlie Robert Groth on Oct 7, 2010 17:18:17 GMT -5
Chuck felt so embarrassed he couldn’t believe he let himself do should a thing, and hearing her laughter just made his stomach churn even more. She told him that he had nice moves, and loved her sarcasm it kind of made him feel a little better. It was strange he had the feeling that she wasn’t going to tell anyone about whatever happens tonight. Well he hoped that she didn’t tell anyone. What she said next about the car made him laugh himself it was pretty funny, he wished that someone had videoed him grind the car, just so he could watch it once and then burn the tape. “Yeah well, I don’t think it has much of a choice” he said giving the a rub with his palm and he had the courage enough to look at her again.
As he looked at her he saw her looking at him, an instant lump rose in his throat and for the first time since she had been working here, she made him nervous. He actually felt nervous around her, like he was going to say something stupid and fuck up his chances with her. But never before he had ever thought about having a chance with her. Why was it different now? It could be because he has had a loving day and he was letting himself relax and he was actually seeing her, with out having that blocking mechanism. He could see her beauty and the fact that she knew cars and she was just as good at pulling them apart as he was, was actually a massive turn on for him, lots of men don’t like it when woman know more about cars then they do.
“Um, Jen want a beer?” he asked not even waiting for her to answer him before he turned on his heel and headed for the fridge in behind the desk that was covered in un organised paper work. He opened the fridge and just looked into it.
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Post by Jeanette Avery Cooper on Oct 7, 2010 17:29:05 GMT -5
"Is that a trick question?" She teased. But sensing that something was up with him, she turned down the sarcasm and said, "Yeah thanks." Beer was always good and Jen was good at holding down her alcohol. She turned her back to him and the fridge and kept working, prying out bits and pieces of the car that was slowly devolving before their eyes, and gently placing them in neat rows to be sold later.
She paused for a moment, and then shook her head and got back to work, pausing again to ask, "You okay? Ya seem off to me..." She said not looking up so it felt moire low key like a guy asking another guy, which had been what it was always like between them. Normally she wouldn't have said anything but this was weird, even for him.
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Post by Charlie Robert Groth on Oct 7, 2010 17:58:09 GMT -5
Chuck didn’t hear her first question he had zoned out again but her seond lot of words entered his ears and he grabbed to two beers out of the fridge and closed it. He stood there for a second and the returned to her. She asked him what was wrong and he grew more nervous. She had noticed that there was something wrong and that was strange because no one really noticed if there was something wrong they just when about their work and didn’t care. He handed her, her beer and cracked his own and took a deep swig and thought to himself what he would say to her. He couldn’t just turn around and tell her that she was making him nervous. He did however have to urge to kiss her but he couldn’t just to that either. “Oh nothing I’m fine” he said and turned his attention back to the car again. He looked at it but didn’t really see it.
He could just turn around and tell her that he wanted to kiss her but that might make her uncomfortable and he didn’t want to do that to her either. He could just do it and see how things go, but that could result with a slap in the face, and he didn’t really want one of those tonight. He hadn’t been slapped by a girl since he was in high school. But the suspense was killing him, he wanted to know what it would be like to kiss her but he didn’t want to upset her. He was drawn between two options. Ask her if he could kiss her or just do it and see were they end up. After a few more seconds of thinking he decided on an option and he hoped it wasn’t going to result with him getting slapped. He placed his beer down on the top of the engine and turned to her, he paused for a brief second then moved. He moved so fast he surprised himself.
His lips touched down on hers and his hand came up to the side of her face. He stayed there for a moment and pulled away, his face was burning and he looked to the ground as he stepped away from her. “Jen, I’m so sorry” he said and cursed himself silently now that he had down it he wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do. He took his actions like a man and looked up to her and prepared himself for a slap.
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Post by Jeanette Avery Cooper on Oct 7, 2010 18:06:04 GMT -5
Jen had to turn toward him in order to take the beer from him and after taking a little swig, she set it down, taking his words at face value. if he didn't wanna talk about it, that was fine with her. As she stood up from the car to switch her tools, his hand was at her face, his lips on hers. It caught Jen totally off guard and she didn't know what to do when he apologized and pulled back. While words flew around in her head, her lips turned up at the corners, smiling at him lightly.
She'd known he was an attractive man for a long, but it seemed like for years he hadn't noticed her, or maybe he had and was just very good at hiding it. but she wasn't sure how she felt about that. What would the other guys in the garage say if anything came of this?
She simply set down her wrench and ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him. he had apologized, but she was under the impression that he was apologizing because he thought she didn't want it, not because he hadn't meant to kiss her.
Jen pulled back and laughed at his expression. "You may have been blind to the fact that I have boobs, but I've known you were hot the whole time." Little jokes would make it feel less weird. She took a swig of beer and grabbed a screwdriver.
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Post by Charlie Robert Groth on Oct 7, 2010 18:26:27 GMT -5
Chuck waited for the slap in the face but it never came he relaxed a tiny bit and sighed. He really wasn’t one to get slapped. He hated it he felt helpless because he could hit the girl back. But instead of a slap he got a kiss which was much better, he could feel her fingers in his hear, well what hair he had left anyway. He lips were soft and everything he though they would be, he was disappointed when she pulled away. Her words made him smirk and his eyes flashed down to her breasts for a split second, it was just normal for a guy to look at a girls boobs when they spoke about them, it was like an invitation to look. He had to admit to himself they were very nice. But the thing was that made him feel guilty was the fact that what she said was true. It was only til tonight had he really noticed her.
"I’m a jerk” he said and picked up his wrench and his beer. She was a very hot girl that knows about cars! How could be so stupid and blind, she was everything he ever dreamed about. The girl he dreamt about meeting was standing right in front of him and had been there for a long time. He mentally slapped himself in the face. God he could be such an airhead sometimes. If he didn’t spent all of his free time zoning out or staring at the ceiling he would have noticed her for who she was, not just one to the boys. “Thanks by the way” he said leaning against the BMW. “For thinking I’m hot” he said and turned his attention back to the car. He knew he needed to work and get this car apart but all he could think about was kissing her.
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Post by Jeanette Avery Cooper on Oct 7, 2010 21:50:10 GMT -5
Jen laughed lightly. "You're welcome, anyone with eyes would know that though." He was buff, cute, funny, good features.... She watched his eyes flick over her before he got back to work and she had to admit that she would rather do him in the backseat than take the thing apart. But work before pleasure, right...? Besides, she was thinking too much like a guy, do him and then don't worry. But the stakes were higher here, they were friends, coworkers. But they had already crossed the line and she had already shown she was receptive to him.
She sighed and leaned on the car lightly, looking at him. "I'm torn between getting you in the backseat or finishing the job. Frankly, I... I wouldn't mind starting something, but the guys..." Would all talk of sexual exploits and such become off limits? Would her being his arm candy make them all realize she was a woman and make them change how they worked. She wasn't girly, she didn't mind being one of the guys.
"I suppose we wouldn't have to tell them anything..." Men weren't that perceptive generally. they wouldn't know what was up.
"Is that too forward of me? Well, I've never been anything but blunt, I wouldn't know how to be otherwise." Jen chuckled and went back to work, she'd leave the choices up to him, then she would decide if she wanted to accept his course of action.
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Post by Charlie Robert Groth on Oct 9, 2010 21:47:34 GMT -5
Jen was flinging compliments at him left right and centre. It was weird he had never been so complimented in his life. It did make him feel good that she thought he was good looking. He had been told it before but by skanky I’ll say anything to get into your pants kind of girl. Chuck knew that Jen wasn’t like that and she really meant what she said. He couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he went back to work, pulling out the radiator and the started pulling the head gasket away from the motor. This was nice he felt comfortable with the conversation they were having and with dismantling the car together. They were friends and co-workers after all, who said they couldn’t have a conversation whilst working. He continued working the sound of the music in the background made his relax and enjoy working, usually by this time of the night he was groaning and grumbling just to get home. He was glad he had agreed to working a bit of overtime.
He reached over and grabbed his beer and took a mouth full hoping that it would go down his throat without any drama’s. it would have done so if her next words didn’t catch him off guard and almost choke to death. He swallowed the liquid and turned to look at her, he would have been able to see if she was joking by the look on her face. Nope, that face told him that she was serious. Here was this sexy, smart covered in grease girl telling him that she wasn’t sure what she should do, continue working or have her way with him in the back seat of the car they were suppose to be working on. He was confused and turned on all at the same time. It was a very strange feeling cause he usually was on or the other, not both at the same time. “Well, um what we do is none of their business” he said in response, it was very professional of her to think of the other men that worked in the garage, being the only girl must have been tough for her.
“Yeah, yeah that could work, the guys here are as thick as two house bricks, you could practically spell it out and they would still be scratching their heads” he said surprised at himself that he was taking this conversation to easily. Usually went it came to the things they were talking about he was a stuttering buffoon. It must mean its meant to be. She then asked him if that was to forward of her to say what she did. In reality what she said was really to the point and out there but he didn’t care, he wasn’t a nervous stuttering fool so I must mean something, right. Then something struck him, the BMW was a two door, he looked around the side of the car and smirked. He looked back to Jen, “The back seat isn’t very big” he said with a serious but joking tone. Hopefully she found it funny.
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