Characters of a Minor Sort (jesschars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-07-01 22:33:00 |
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Current location: | David's Bike Shop |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | david cromwell, place: la, sarah varone |
No More Stripping for Sarah!!
Who: Sarah and David
Where: David's Bike Shop
When: June 30, Evening
"C'mon, ya sonuvabitch..." David grumbled under his breath, laying on his back in the garage of his bike shop, working on the underside of a Harley he'd been customizing for the last few hours. "One lousy rust spot on the whole goddamn thing..." he continued, as he tried to gently, expertly chip the spot off without doing any additional damage.
The sounds of high heels clicking against the cement ground could be heard from just beyond his bike. "David? Are you in here?" Sarah called out before noticing that he was sticking out from under the bike. "I've got some news that I think you'll like." Although Ben hadn't been too happy to hear it.
"Sarah?" The burly werewolf replied, before scooting himself out from under the bike, a few spots of grease on his shirt and jeans. "What kinda news, sweets?"
She was wearing a pair of skin tight jeans and a red tank top with a small black cheetah print in the shape of a star that said 'Wild Cat Tattoo Shop' on the front with the address below it. Self promotion, anyone? (And, including the tattoos on her shoulders, she apparently had a thing for cats.) "I finally saved enough money to fully open my own shop. I don't have to strip anymore!"
Holy shit... David for once showed that lycan agility by kipping up to his feet there, all ear-to-ear grin, and lifted her into a big bearhug. "Thank god! I was gettin' so tired of everyone gettin' to see my lady naked..." And funny enough? Mostly because of how... bad David was at anything akin to romance? That little statement was the closest he'd come to actually calling her his girlfriend or even... asking her to be.
OK, so she had just assumed the title of 'girlfriend' at this point, although she wasn't the type to use it, either, or 'boyfriend' for that matter, but it was still nice to hear herself called basically that just the same. She squealed a little as he leaped up and hugged her, hugging him back. "I didn't want to say anything until I had everything set up to go," she admitted. "Kind of one of those 'don't count all your eggs' kind of deal."
"I'm so happy for ya, sweets..." He said with a big, cheesy grin, setting her down, then reaching behind him to tie his long brown hair into a makeshift ponytail. "What say when yer ready, we make me your first paying customer? It'd be an honor."
"You really think I'd take money from you at this point?" she asked with a laugh. "Now, if you got the shop's logo on you, that would be fabulous advertising, even though I really can't see you with cheetah print anywhere on you."
"Yeah, babe... I don't really think cheetah print would look very bad-ass on me." He smirked, looking at his own tats, which were mostly tribal designs, demons, devils, and lycan symbols.
"No, I don't think it would fit in," she said with a smile. "I'd be happy to do any others for you and take pictures, though, to show them off in the store."
"Hah! I could be like... your official model." And then? Imagine THIS: to be silly, he posed. like a supermodel. Chew on that one.
She laughed. "You actually could be my poster model if I did a few more tats on you," she pointed out. Hey, for a tattoo shop, what better model was there than a biker?
"I'm glad to see you doing this. I support you doing anything you want...." he shuffled a little, actually seeming a little shy, as sweet as it was. "But I really didn't like a bunch of drunk guys getting to see you naked. It's not even jealousy. They just... those guys are beneath you."
"Well, I didn't absolutely LOVE stripping like a few of the girls did," Sarah admitted. "Oh, I didn't mind it, and I wasn't ashamed of how I made my money, but it wasn't something I loved doing. I'd much rather be doing this, giving people tattoos. It's my art, of sorts."
"You're a beautiful, talented woman, Sarah." He said with a tone much softer than one would expect to come from such a beastly man. He didn't mention it now, as... she wouldn't remember it, but he still remembered how she was there for him when Lucy had died. How she'd stayed at his side, dried his tears, and just was an absolute rock for him. "I don't talk about my feelings often, but... I think I'm fallin' in love with you, girl."
She smiled at him. Unfortunately, she didn't remember. Or maybe fortunately. Hard to tell at times. "Well, good, because I'm feeling the same, you know?" OK, so she wasn't one known for her way with words, either. She was much more likely to get his name or face tattooed on herself than say 'I love you' so easily.
"Yeah... I get it." He grinned, draping a huge arm over her shoulders, walking with her as they approached a gorgeous, dark blue bike. "I'm finishing this one up... then it's gonna be a surprise for my.... niece." He paused there, comically unable to actually describe what Bastian was to him, technically.
She looked it over. "It's gorgeous," she said to him. As far as saying who Bastian was to him, technically, well, she had heard stranger in her day. OK, maybe not, but she had heard lots of strange things, so she'd probably wouldn't blink much at it.
"Sorta like you. Except that I don't think I want Bastian riding you." He said with a wry smirk. "Only I get to do that now."
Sarah snorted. "I'd have to allow your niece to try and ride me before that happens," she pointed out to him. "And I aint. So there."