noteasytobepink | Wheelsy AU ~ Tire changing

"Wanna get a sink," she muttered quietly. "Gonna wash my hands, I got cooties or something." Grumble grumble grumble.

She leaned up to kiss his cheek to prove she was teasing though and wove through the bar to the lighted 'restroom' signs. "Table sounds good!"

"I was only-- " he started to explain, but the kiss told him she already knew.

Giving her a smile, he nodded and went to find them a table.

Sitting down, he pulled a menu from behind the salt and pepper shakers, and looked it over.

Glancing towards the bathroom, he realized he really was starting to get used to this, having her around, and he really enjoyed it.

Yeah yeah yeah, he was only. Her hands were sticky! Pout!

She slid into a seat across from him a few minutes later and tapped fingers over the top[ of the menu. "What does the local guide suggest then?" Look ma, clean hands!

She may even have washed behind her ears...

Bill looked up when she returned, and laid his menu out flat on the table so she could see it.

"Burgers here are pretty good. So're the wings."

She leaned over the table, reading the menu upside down as a matter of course, then chuckled. "Which one, in your infinite wisdom, could I manage to eat without embarrassing you in public?" Teach her how to eat popsicles. Hmph.

"And either way we get a basket of fried stuff and beer."

"You know I was just kiddin', right?" he asked, starting to feel bad now for teasing.

"Baskets of fried stuff an' beer is the American way. I think I'm goin' with the burger."

"Of course I know," she chuckled and reached across the table to poke his nose. "Doesn't mean I can't pout!" Witness her pouty face!

POUT!

"And yay American food. I'll snag a burger too. That way there's no mistakes in the kitchen."

Bill nodded and waved over a waitress.

He ordered the burgers big, doubled the cheese, and of course added bacon, with beer on the side.

When the waitress left with the order he gave Clarice a smile.

"So, thanks for gettin' us here. I really was lookin' forward to gettin' out for a night."

"Hey, you deserve nights out just like anyone Bill," and 'out' sometimes meant 'out of town' and 'away from everyone looking at me funny'.

"Besides, it's a chance to observe you outside of your natural Wheelsy environment!"

He laughed at that, reaching for the bowl of peanuts on the table.

"What, am I science project now? 'Bill in the wild'?"

"Nah, you're just fun to watch." She leaned back in her seat comfortably and grinned across the table at him. "See? Like that right there, the smile tugging at your lips? Fun. And I bet you you're gonna look down at the peanut in your hand instea dof me until you can not blush..."

Hee?

"What? No, I-- " he glanced at the peanut, tried to find somewhere else to put his eyes, and finally ended up fiddling with the salt shaker and clearing his throat.

"I don't blush."

She chuckled softly and reache dout to tweak a bit of his hair gently. "Don't worry, you'll never beat me out in the pink department." So no need to worry or be self conscious right?

"You're not used to being complimented, which is weird to me given you're wonderful, so you get all hot and bothered when you do get complimented."

He glanced over and smiled, and it was more genuine and less flushed.

"It depends on who's doing the complimenting." Coming from her, a blush is almost always guaranteed.

"Is there someone else in your life who compliments you profusely?" She held a hand to her chest, dramatically shocked. SHOCKED! "Who are they? Tell me! I should make them an award for joining my 'get Bill smiling' crusade!"

Bill laughed, made a show of thinking about it, then replied with a bit of sheepishness.

"My mom? Sometimes."

Giving her a grin, he looked up as the waitress arrived with their beers. Accepting his, Bill took a drink.

"So maybe I don't get a whole lot of compliments. It just explains why it's so weird for me to accept them."

She gasped, hand still held to her chest because, well, fun to ham it up! "No? No! You deserve so much more! I will have to recruit you a cheer team..." or something.

She probably could...

"We could wear short skirts and be excitable at you!"

He snorted a laugh into his beer.

"Please don't. I been over cheerleaders for a long time now."

"Well, cheerleaders in adult clothing," she allowed after a moment of thought. "I can't pull off highschool gear. I've tried." It was bad. Very bad!

"And you don't have to be in padding to be complimented? C'mon, it'd be fun..."

He shook his head, chuckling at the thought of her trying on a high school cheer outfit.

"No, it just seems like it'd feel like some sort of intervention."

"Oh dear, that wouldn't be the intent at all." She chuckled and and drew a finger along the rim of her beer mug. "What kind of intervention would require cheer outfits?!" His world was weird!

"The kind I left town to avoid."

He really didn't want a 'cheer the heartbroken Bill' rally.

She thought then one over and then shook her head. "Nah, they weren't dressed for it." At all. "Can you imagine yoru other deputies in cheer outfits?! I bet it could be a fund rasier!"

"Fund raiser for what?"

Bill sat back as their food arrived, taking a drink and smiling into his mug when he got a look at the burgers.

"Now that's a good lookin' hamburger."

"I dunno, what do you want money for?" They could find something, and it would be hilarious

Oooo, food.

"Yep, they win the beauty contest today. Sorry Bill, you're second now."

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