noteasytobepink | Wheelsy AU ~ Tire changing

"Alright. You should be the good Samaritan that tries to warn them away, just so they can't say later that they didn't know!" She leaned her cue on the table edge, came around to wrap an arm around his waist, then tugged him over to the remaining shots. "After all, you probably know me best of anyone on this world."

It was natural to put his arm around her shoulders as he let her tug him along, and he reached down to pick up two of the small glasses; offering one to her.

"I could say the same 'bout you. Next to my mom I don't think there's many folks who know me half as well as you."

Natural and comfortable feeling wasn't it? Her free hand, the one not attached to his waist, took the shot glass and lifted it in a toast. "To fixing your truck!" Because that was a noble cause!

Then...

"...hmmmm. Doc. He has some pretty canny insights you know. If I lived with him I'd worry almost as much as living with my dad."

It certainly was. Bill was happy to toast the good health of his truck, and so he clinked his glass against hers before downing the shot.

"Doc don't know as much as he thinks he knows. I mean, he was wrong 'bout how we'd get on."

Two shots down, a few to go. She passed him his next full one then grabbed her own. "Your turn for a toast!" she pointed out cheerfully!

"And you know...Doc could be an evil mastermind. Tell me he's worried so we'll talk about that and work through it, all with the intent of match making..."

"Oh, uh... how 'bout, to not bein' on the side of the road still, thanks t'glowy pink portals?"

Swallowing his shot, Bill tilted his head.

"He told you he was worried 'bout what?"

She swayed a moment, getting her bearings after so many shots, then shook her head to clear away the fumes. Wow. One more shot to go, hers since she'd screwed up. "I'd make them less pink if I could, for male sensibilities." She would!

"He was worried about how you'd react to living with anyone full time, much less a woman. That may have been an evil plot though."

Bill lifted his beer to chase his two shots with, and wondered if it wouldn't be better to stick with it for the rest of the night.

"I appreciate the thought, but hell, it got us where we were goin' so I ain't complainin'."

Lifting one of the remaining chicken wings, he dipped it in ranch and took a bite.

"Thought I couldn't do it, or what?" Bill snorted and nodded. "It would be like him t'have somethin' up his sleeve."

"Well, you did enjoy hesitating and poking my portals with sticks. I wonder if you would have trusted them sooner if they were a different color..." yes, she was teasing and leaning aginst him. "I think I want cider after this. That was...a lot of shots." And she had to munch a bit too.

"And yeah, I bet he was hoping, and may have money riding on, one or the other of us deciding to kiss the other." He was a sneaky doctor like that!

"It wasn't the pink, it was the portal," he said, the pointed out, "You're pink, an' I trusted you right away."

Hearing he may have been part of a wager, and knowing she's probably right, he frowns.

"I wish my lousy love life wasn't so entertainin' for folks. Gettin' all the pity is bad enough without them bettin' on it."

"Nah, you were worried about me straight off," She chuckled and leaned up to kiss his jawline gently. "Who is this strange woman bleeding in my town? Bet she's drugged up or a tattoo addict..." Yes, still joking.

"And I don't think the doc pities you. I think he wants you happy."

"Well you were bleedin' on the side of the road in the middle of no where," he said, teasing as her kiss made him smile again.

"He meddles a bit too much for my comfort, but maybe you're right. You hear anything 'bout money bein' made, though, you tell him I want half."

"Oh, now you show your true colors! You're just in it for the money!" She laughed and finished off the shots before leaning on a chair to eye the table. Could she play and win still?

Yep.

Alrighty, time to snare some players!

"I see how you are. Rig the bets, take your cut, play all innocent Sheriff when caught..."

Bill snorted and grinning at her over the rim of his beer.

"Right. If I'd of been asked an hour ago I'd have said I didn't have a shot in hell with you."

"Oh?" She asked, arching an eyebrow as she racked. Someone would come over, it was inevitable. "Why would that be?"

"'Cause you're you an' I'm... me." Which didn't sound right, and made no sense so he tried again.

"I mean, you're pretty, an' outgoin'. You've been all them places an' had all them adventures. You go runnin' for miles for fun, an' think nothin' of blinkin' off to the other side of the world."

His tone came out with a certain fondness and admiration as he gave voice to the things he'd taken notice of since she moved in with him.

"An' me, I'm a small town homebody. Didn't think I had anything that might interest you."

"You," she noted casually, "have saved the world from hostile invasion, no matter your reasons for doing so you did. You are also generous, kind to a fault, and know how to appreciate the simple pleasures in life most people look down on. Why wouldn't you be awesome?" Simple as that really.

"And to be honest Bill? People like me? We're just regular people too. Running, popping around? Those are just my personal habits and routines are comforting, just like for anyone else." She leaned her cue on the table and sashayed over to lean against his side again. "Plus, someone who has, and holds to, a home? That's amazing in my life Bill."

He listened and smiled, and blushed, but with the heavy buzz that's really more like drunk at this point, he doesn't bother to try and hide it.

Instead he put his arm around her again, and grinned down at her.

"I guess I am pretty awesome, huh?"

"Yes sir you are," she agreed easily. "And you're lucky I'm a good person or I'd probably molest you at this point." SHE MIGHT!

"And now we need some opponents. Spot any likely candidates?"

He chuckled into his mug, giving her a look over the rim of the glass.

"I might not mind that so much."

Taking a healthy swallow, he glanced around the room.

"Hm, I dunno. Guys over there seem pretty full on themselves."

"Yeah, but you'd get all tense and weird around me once you sobered up." Nope! She'd molest him properly when he was cold sober and asked her to! That was alright though, kissing was nice for now.

And those men did look full of themselves. "Hmmm, so how do we hook them?"

"Hey, m'not drunk. Takes more'n a couple shots t'get Bill Pardy toasted."

Looking at the small group he arched an eyebrow at her.

"We? Hey, this is your game. I'm an innocent bystander here."

"But you are relaxed enough to let me kiss you without going all stiff on me..." And she did appreciate that a great deal!

"You're the local, what will they respond to? I don't want to go slap them as a challenge say...maybe if we got in a mock fight? Made it look like they could swoop in on a girl or a guy depending on their taste?"

Bill snerked then snickered and laughed, catching the double entendre that she probably hadn't meant to include in that.

Still laughing, he looked over at the group again. He studied them, thought it over, then shrugged and lowered his beer to whistle at them.

"Hey. Y'all wanna play the lady? She's tired of kickin' my ass."

He turned back to Clarice and gave her a 'how's that?' smile.

"Or we could use the simple and direct method." She chuckled and waved, friendly like, at the other group. "Things can go wrong when you over plan things!" And she'd really meant for him to call people over from the beginning.

She just hadn't wanted to accidentally poke his pride by saying something like being tired of him!

"Annnnnd...you're laughing at me."

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