Wheelsy AU ~ Tire changing

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"You know Bill..." Clarice drawled cheerfully. "When you said you wanted to show me the nearest 'city' I thought you meant we'd actually get there." She took her hat off and fanned herself with it, the ballcap doing little to stir the hot, damp air, but at least it was better than glowering.

"And yeah, that really does look like dry rot in the spare there. Never seen it in a tire before but I've seen it in other materials..." She wasn't even sure why they had headed out. A better bar where no one expected him to fix their problems? A place she was suppose to get fitted for a civilian aid uniform? Who knew!

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"Never tried tequila so I'm good with whiskey." She poked his nose gently then went to go talk to the bartender who was...not keen on giving out fifteen shots but did it anyway.

Clarice had a good smile after all.

"And you're not leaving bodies behind you Bill. Rabid, hungry women yes, bodies...no." They now had a tab!

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Bill put in an order for chips and chicken wings, too, then went to rack the balls at their table.

"You can still have a heart attack an' not be dead, y'know," he pointed out as he lifted the triangle and stepped back from the table.

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"Yes, but if you were causing enough of them the response teams would be overwhelmed and you'd get bodies." She grinned and chalked her cue before eying the table. "I had last break." Ergo, his turn.

"Not that some bodies wouldn't be good...I imagine the lynch mob will be big enough when people find out I'm happy flirting with you." And a smaller mob would be nice?

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"Yeah, but you won," he pointed out, which left it her break.

"They're might be a couple broken hearts," he admitted, "But a mob?"

He shook his head at the thought.

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"Oh, you haven't seen the looks Bill..." She grinned, leaned over the table and broke. Four on break, three solids and one stripe. She took solids naturally. And the then the cue sank.

"That's...three for you one for me?" she asked, just to make sure she had the rules down. "Me, I figure people should like who they like and if that makes them happy, good. I think the town thinks the sheriff should love within the community and they have a LOT OF SINGLE WOMEN!"

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Shit.

Bill eyed the shots and wondered how many were going to end up being his.

He took the first two while she was still shooting, then held one out to her and had his third when she was done.

Swallowing the whiskey burn, he wiped his chin with the side of his hand.

"I'm sure they do, but it really ain't none of their damn business."

Taking up his cue, Bill set himself up on the table and took his shots, tying things up by sinking two before he missed.

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FOR SHAME! Did he really think Clarice would let him take all those shots alone? She tossed back her first, then her next two before the snacks arrived.

"No, it's not," she agreed easily. "But small town Bill. Whose business do you not know? Everyone keeps tabs on people and that means they feel they have a say eventually." Two more in.

Scratch.

What? It was an easy way to end a turn!

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With the way she could play he was.

He had one shot, then munched on a wing before taking the second.

Licking hot sauce off his thumb, he shook his head.

"They can think that, don't mean I'm givin' 'em one."

It took him a minute to set the cue ball, but when he finally did he scored a combo shot that laid two more balls in.

Yes, he really did get better as he drank. To a certain point, at least.

"Ain't no way I can please everyone that way, anyhow, so I'm not even gonna try."

He managed to sink a third before he missed and turned it over to her.

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As she got drunker she would forget to play for fun, so she got 'better' later too. Hopefully that would be against other people though!

She munched on her own for a bit before taking her shots, then leaned a hip on the table. Ostensibly she was looking the table over. In reality she was thinking about what he said.

"So...if I asked to kiss you it'd be none of their business?" And he wouldn't fret about ramifications? That could be nice.

One more down, fraction of an inch miss on the second that set him up for exactly NO shots.

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Bill leaned on his stick as he watched her check out the table, and munched on a chip.

He already had a shot in hand when she made hers, so he took that, catching on a hiccup with her question.

"If you-- " he thought about it, and shook his head, trying not to blush to fiercely. "No, no it wouldn't be."

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HE WAS NOT ALLOWED TO CHOKE TO DEATH OKAY?! That would be bad.

Maybe she should time her questions better.

"Ah, well then." She smiled, leaned on her cue and fiddled with a chip. "Can I kiss you then?" SHE HAD SAID SHE'D ASK! "Granted I taste like whiskey now so if you want an IOU that's fine."

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It's funny what a little liquid courage could do, because after five... six? shots, the awkward from earlier has been drowned right out.

He was still nervous, and a bit surprised by the question, but he didn't freeze or shy back. Instead he gave her a smile, eyes flicking to her lips and back to her eyes.

"Sure. I uh, don't mind the whiskey."

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"Well then!" Well then indeed. She leaned her cue on the table, sauntered around, and then..reached up to trace his cheek with her fingertips before leaning in for a kiss.

A gentle, soft kiss. No need to do more than lean into him, smiling and happy.

"Thank you," then she could take her shot!

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His heart rate quickened a few beats as he watched her close the distance.

Tilting his cheek into her touch, he met her halfway when she leaned in.

His smile was warm when he pulled back, and he was just as happy.

"No problem."

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Lack of panic and flailing post-kiss was good! She approved!

She did sink the eight though.

That left a few shots just...sitting there though. "Should have asked sooner huh? Didn't want to make you stare at me though."

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[ooc: Hello! Quick question, um, did she just win or lose? Or did you not mean the 8-ball? Just checking in before I tag back :)]

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[I lost track of how many she had left. If she sank it early then we can say kiss distracted her? :)]

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Bill's smile certainly wasn't going anywhere.

Especially when he looked over the table and chuckled.

"No, I think that came at just the right time. I uh, also think you skipped my turn. An', you just lost."

He nodded at the one ball she had remaining in the far end of the table, and quirked a smirk.

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"I...oh." Crud. She looked down at the table, chagrined. "You know, I cheerfully blame the sexy, sexy sheriff." SO THERE HA!

"So...what does that mean for the shots?"

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He beams at the sexy comment, and looks at the remaining shots.

"Tell you what, I'll split 'em with you, an' then you can bet to hustlin' some of these folks," since he knew she was looking forward to that part.

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"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."

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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."

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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."

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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."

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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..."