Clyde Bailey/ Montgomery "Scotty" Scott (couldtakeweeks) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2009-10-18 22:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | clyde bailey, rebecca rice |
Who: Clyde Bailey and Rebecca Rice
What: Drives, picnics, breaks from the oridinary
When: Sunday - all day, maybe all night
Where: Starts in Nashville, TN, with intentions of moving on down to Land Between the Lakes, KY, maybe ending somewhere close by. Only things don't go as planned - they never get out of Nashville.
Warnings: The usual foul mouthery that is Clyde.
Clyde wasn't nervous exactly; he had no reason to be nervous. He was impatient though. He hated having to wait when he was ready to go, but wait he would until his date for the day stepped through the MTN in Nashville. His baby outside was ready for the winding highways that'd take them to the national park he'd seen brochures for. He wasn't sure if it was open, but he didn't see why there should be any problems getting in and seeing the grand vistas and all that shit. He paced a moment, but stopped when he noticed the cute receptionist staring at him. They really did have some hot chicks working for the Agency; maybe, he'd made a mistake in not joining them long ago.
The mechanic took a lean against the desk and started chatting the girl up; well, why waste time in doing nothing? It wasn't like he'd keep doing it when Becca showed up.
It was Tennessee, so Becca had dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, but she had a jacket with her, just in case. She'd thrown her hair up in a messy ponytail/bun thing, and taken it easy on the make-up, though she still had a light sheen of gloss and a touch of shadow. Hopefully it wouldn't be such a drastic change that her date wouldn't recognize her when she stepped through.
Clyde's head turned as he felt more than heard anything happening with the MTN. It wasn't that he could feel magic, but he just had a sense of something going on. The rest of him turned, and he smiled. He was happy to see her after all. He pushed from the desk, giving the receptionist a quick wink and a smile, and headed over to grab the stewardess up in a good hug.
"Hey, babe. Have a good trip?" He laughed down at her, holding her close.
The redhead threw her arms around her favorite greasemonkey, who actually cleaned up pretty nice, if she did say so herself. She leaned into the hug, breathing in a whiff of him as she laughed, her fingers raking through the hair at his collar.
"Good trip," she echoed, taking the liberty to kiss his jaw. "And the night is young, am I right?"
"Well, seein' as it's still day, goin' with yeah, young." Clyde laughed, shifting so that his arm was still around her, but they could walk out side by side. "Hope you don' mind a little ride; place we're goin' ain' exactly near anythin'. Gotta make a stop by this sandwich place I heard of, then we're hittin' the road. We can eat on the way if you want, but don' get shit on my baby's seats."
He gave her a sideways squeeze, leading her out of the building. "It's just the right weather to leave the windows down and blaze round the curves. I prolly got somethin' to tie your hair back with. I like the windblown look, but I don' wanna get your hair all mussed this early in the game."
He laughed and opened the door for her, falling quickly in step. The car was waiting and ready to go.
She laughed heartily as they headed outside. It was later here than it had been in Los Angeles, but it was still plenty early, after all. "Sounds perfect," she said. She smirked at his comment about not messing up her hair, and gave his shoulder a playful nudge. "Does that mean you plan on mussing it up later, or is that for you to know?"
"Babe, I don' have any plans than gettin' where we're goin' with some food. Anythin' else fun happens, fuckin' a." Clyde smiled down at her, giving her shoulders another squeeze. He really didn't have much in the way of plans; he just felt that he hadn't spent much time with his favorite red head in a while, so why not treat her to a day in the great outdoors? How much of the outdoors did a stewardess really see anyway?
"So, how bout you an' me just take the day easy like, and what happens happens?" He didn't mind too much that she could be forward, but he didn't want her to feel like she had to keep trying. He liked her well enough as it was.
Becca smiled, slipping her arm around his waist as they walked. She was actually looking forward to another drive with Clyde, and it had been a while since she'd been picnicking--unless burritos in Clyde's hammock counted. Still, that was a rather fond memory of hers. "Thanks Clyde. It sounds great."
Clyde walked her to the car, opening her door for her and waiting until she was in safe and sound before closing the door and heading round to the driver's side. He got in, and how he managed to fit in really was a feat of magic or thwarting of physics. He settled into the driver's seat, turning the engine over and smiling at the rumble. "That's my baby."
He waited for her to buckle up and sped off, weaving through the traffic. He had a particular destination in mind. It was some out of the way sandwich place, but he wanted to give it a try. Becca, the poor girl, was getting to try it with him. It took about thirty minutes to finally get there, and he came to a stop. It was a small hole in the wall, serving sandwiches from the side of some local market store, but it smelled like good barbeque whatever it was.
"Pulled pork or beef? Or you wan' some chicken?" He found a place to park, and was more than happy to see that the place was actually open on a Sunday.
Watching Clyde behind the wheel, Rebecca couldn't help but smile all the more. The man really was a genius with his cars, and damn if he didn't look good while he was at it. Besides that, his excitement was contagious.
She found herself eagerly watching the scenery, leaning forward with anticipation as she watched the world go by. Except that she didn't feel like it were so much passing her by, as much as they were actually part of something, even though they were only partway into their trip. Not like flying, when the world went on beneath her.
She shrugged as they pulled up in front of the sandwich shop and he asked what she wanted. "Surprise me?"
"You got it, babe. I'll be back in a few." Clyde climbed out of the car, but before he closed the door, he peeked back in at her. "You want fries, I'm bettin'. Want a coke or water to drink?"
Becca smiled. He didn't miss much, did he? "Fries would be nice," she said, "Ought to help keep the peace upstairs. And water's fine, I'm probably caffeinated enough for the day."
At his nod, she reached for her phone, wanting to check up on Tanya. The girl had been having a rough time lately, since her sister's death, and now even Dave--and Mary--had ended up moving elsewhere. She sent a quick text message, and waited for a reply, while she waited for Clyde to come back with their food.
It took longer than he would have liked, and it was a little more than he would have liked, but it smelled damn good. He got two more sandwiches than they really needed and hopefully enough fries to keep the backseat demon in check. He walked slowly back with his greasy homespun booty, managing the bags and the bottles with ease. He set the bottles on the roof for a moment and climbed in, offering up the goodies he brought. There was even a bag that had to be small containers of sauce. It smelled like heaven, to Clyde anyway.
"Food is here. And fuck if it don't smell good." He smiled at her, very happy to be traveling and sharing the experience with someone.
"Excellent!" Becca smiled, reaching out to accept the proffered booty, taking a deep breath. Her mouth was watering already. She frowned a little as her phone went off, alerting her to another text message. "Hang on," she said, juggling her phone. "I think it's Tanya."
"Tanya?" Clyde looked at her a little confused. He paused before saying anything further and reached up to grab the two bottles of water. Both were handed over, so for the moment, Becca was in charge of food. "Oh, right, the kid sister. She okay?"
Becca took the bottles from him, then glanced back at her phone and typed a reply. "She's on her own again, in Philly, and she's got a strange guy tailing her." She looked up, grimacing. "I told her she could stay with me for a while, but...I don't like the idea of leaving her to fend for herself. She seems a little bit lost lately."
"Shit, woman. One day we're gonna finish a date, but right now, let's go pick up the rugrat. Tell her to hitch an MTN to Nashville." Clyde looked disappointed for only a moment. He couldn't help but smile though; she wanted to help, and that made him happy. He leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. "Becca, you're a damn good woman when you wanna be."
He winked at her before giving her a longer, deeper kiss. Okay, so he wasn't rushing off to save the kid, but he wasn't forcing her to choose between the kid and him, that just didn't seem right.
Becca smiled into the kiss, then reached over and gave it her full attention, her hand curling around the back of his neck. "Thanks. I'll tell her. She's probably going to need us to tell her how to find the one in Philly. Think you can manage that?"
"She got web access on her phone? Agency puts that info up for anyone who knows how to find it. It's downtown prolly, most MTNs are." Clyde resettled the food, and was soon on his way back to the local Agency office. "Tell her to look up the spot. Get there. Then com'on through. We'll be waitin' on her. If she doesn' show in thirty, we'll come for her."
"Good," Becca nodded as Clyde hit the road again, taking them back where they'd been. "I'll let her know." She reached over and squeezed his shoulder. Nothing too forward. "You're great. I'm sorry we keep getting interrupted, but...thanks for understanding."
"Dontcha worry bout it none. Things happen. Would rather you look after some kiddo than me. Okay, not completely true, but fuck, she's prolly more important than me in the long run." Clyde reached over and brushed her hair back a little before turning his attention back to the road. It took a little less time to get back than it had getting to the sandwich shop. "Bring the stuff in, we can find a spot somewhere round here to eat."
He pulled into a spot and started climbing out of the car, grabbing at least one of the bags to help out. The pair headed inside to wait on the kid.