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It's Brittany, Bitch | Ερις (eristic) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-12-02 16:05:00

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eris, freyja, loki

we take it day by day
Who: Charlie, Cara, & Zio
What: Charlie is fixing her bike. Cara poked the bear. Zio joined in on the fun.
Where: Parking lot of Pax.
When: November 28th, around 5ish.
Warnings: Swearing will undoubtedly be encountered, but I'll let yah know if anything else occurs.

One hand wearing a grease cloth rubbed the inner valve of some random part off of her bike - Charlie found it soothing to be working on her bike. Especially since her mind seemed to not be entirely her own these days. She was seated on the poured asphalt of Pax's parking lot in front of her motorcycle, off to the side and spread out in a semi-neat half circle. Somehow she'd been graced with a weekend day off, even if it was a Sunday. Charlie's Catholic roots were a little pleased by that, but she'd never admit it aloud. Dressed in a scuffed off-white tee that might've started out white, jeans, and her usual riding boots.

Tools to the right, a few spare rags to her left, hair tied up in a short pony tail, the woman concentrated on undoing and cleaning each piece systematically, leaving them in a particular order that reminded her of their placement on her bike. A little ways off to her right, further past the tools, was a small radio blaring Guns 'n Roses' Welcome To The Jungle. According to Charlie, one couldn't go wrong with a little GNR, but parts of the song were wearing on her a little. I wanna hear you scream.

Geez, wasn't that a little reminiscent of Halloween. Hitting a little too close to home. She was doing her best to ignore it, these teasing little thoughts in the back of her mind, instead concentrating on making sure she was tuning up her bike correctly. Oh, lovely peace and quiet, tempered just a little by her favorite music. She could go for stuff like this for the rest of her life.

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work_of_art
2010-12-19 02:59 am UTC (link)

"Hm." Zio considered the box for a moment and then he glanced towards Charlie. "Somehow I don't think she's into flowers, Cara," he answered with a grin. "Some women are just more into shock springs than day lilies. It takes all kinds, right?" Reaching out, he brushed careful fingers against Cara's forearm, fleeting and impossible to argue against in its swiftness. His gaze was warm and almost as teasing. "And I don't think my potential business partner would be impressed if I brought flowers to the meeting."

Business partner, date, same difference really. Flowers were pre-date fodder, anyway.

"But if you tell me where your shop is, I'll be sure to mention it to others," he offered. "We sometimes have special events at the gallery and I'd say flowers can highlight an occasion nicely." Glancing down at his wrist, Zio grimaced to himself. It was more than a few minutes now; his appointment would be getting unbearably upset with him. He would have to move fast to avoid an actual abandonment. However...

"I'm sorry, though, ladies," Zio sighed. "I really have to run so I don't miss this but I hope to see you both again. Soon." He grinned and inclined his head in a warm nod. "Or else you can look me up. Don't worry about it if you want to come knocking."

Stepping away, he lifted a hand to wave to both before he began moving away in earnest. "D5," he called back of his shoulder cheerfully. "Don't forget!"

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warandbeauty
2010-12-22 04:55 am UTC (link)

Cara smiled, looking perfectly angelic as he made his apologies. "I understand. And I apologize for keeping you from your appointment. I'll leave you my card." Perhaps tonight yet...or perhaps a visit another day. She had to confess to some curiosity about the tower.

Once Zio had gone, Cara glanced at Charlie, who was trying so hard to remain apart from the conversation. "Have you fixed it?"

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eristic
2010-12-27 08:30 pm UTC (link)

She'd been tempted to flip them both the bird over her shoulder, but somehow held herself back. Another half an hour of work would see her bike put back together completely and then she'd go for a ride to undo any knots these two had put in her back.

"Wasn't broken," she replied, tartly. As though she'd let her baby fall into a state of disrepair! She loved this bike more than anything. "S'called maintenance." Wow, an explanation. She crouched down by the bike again, scooping up the last few parts in order to put them back on her bike. The sooner, the better.

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warandbeauty
2010-12-28 03:21 am UTC (link)

"...Right, well, it's impressive, anyway." If she could stand the thought of being covered in half as much grease and grime as Charlie, she might have taken an interest in her own car. As it was, she could only look on curiously and envy the culture that surrounded gearheads.

"It's been a pleasure, Charlie," Cara began, giving her a smile as she shifted the box in her arms to better carry it. "Let me know if you change your mind about those flowers." She would let the offer stand, even though she wasn't sure the other woman would take her up on it.

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