¡Tink! (tinkhatespink) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-26 21:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anakin skywalker, tinkerbell |
Who: Anakin and Tinkerbell (of all the pairings I never imagined...)
What: Second Date
When: Mid-May
Where: Tink’s, Diner, Anakin’s Shop
Rating/Warnings: None!
Status: Complete!
Anakin arrived at her place just a couple minutes late, before making his way towards her door. He was wearing a black suit jacket, which was worn over a white dress shirt with no tie. He had a black fedora atop his head, striped like the jacket, and worn a bit tipped and low on his head. He had his collar popped, not too noticeably, but enough to add a bit of casualness to the look he was wearing.
He stepped towards her door and leaned against the door frame before providing a few knocks to said door.
A moment after the knock there was a crash, and what sounded like a thousand marbles falling and rolling across the floor. A loud “Dang-nabbit!” came from the other side, but hushed up toward the end of the phrase. Some scuffling, then Tink was at the door. She pulled it open, rushed through it quickly, then closed it behind her while still tugging on her shoe.
“Hiii.” She said. Even though this was a date, Tink was still Tink. She was awkward and bumbling, not at all comfortable in girly clothes. She wore a little, blue party dress and ballet flats, her hair was sloppily pulled back, tendrils hanging around her face. It was the best she could do. She had a jean jacket draped over her arm. “Sorry. Ready?”
He raised a brow towards the door, then back to her, then laughed a bit and nodded before gesturing back towards his blue ‘69 Chevelle. He pushed up from the wall, and began to make his way towards the car, “Yea I’m ready, you sure you are? Am I interrupting something?”
He was hardly worried about how ‘fancy’ she was dressed, she looked hot to him and that was really all that mattered when it came to dates right? Looking attractive? As they walked, he moved to open her door for her and then towards the driver’s side, “Good thing I was a bit late, just throwing your shoe on if I’d shown up on time I might have walked in on you changing.”
He then slipped in, “Then again, that could have been a good thing.”
“Nah,” Tink said. She would have given him an explanation, but... well, there would have been a lot to explain. She simply turned and followed him down the drive to his car, grinning a little. “Sweet.” She said, running her hand along the top before slipping in as he opened the door for her.
“You’re ridiculous.” She said with a little laugh, going pink. “But no, I’ve been dressed for hours now. Just the shoes. I’m not... not used to skirts.” She said, sitting awkwardly in the seat. “So I got dressed early to try and... acclimate.”
He looked to her and raised a brow, shrugging some, “Well then I think from now on we’re going to have to go on more adventure style dates, and you can forego the skirt. Although, skirts do have their place after all,” he grinned a bit before taking off in the car, “I only dress like this when I’m going out on the town too really, usually I’d never be caught dead in it. Mostly because I’m usually under a car, and this cost way more than I make in a year.”
He was joking of course about the cost of it, but it still wasn’t cheap. He glanced back towards her, “And if it makes you feel any better, you definitely fill out that skirt beautifully. So keep that in your back pocket.”
He then turned down another street, making his way in the direction of where his garage was, but first he pulled off towards a little small diner, “Alright, not that fancy, but it’s close by and you didn’t look like a candlelight dinner type of girl.”
“Well, I’ll make sure not to spill anything on your coat, then.” Tink laughed. And blushed. “Thank you.” She said, straightening the blue skirt out over her knees. She was remarkably tan for a girl who spent ten hours a day wearing coveralls.
“Meh, who needs fancy. Leave that to the billionaires and politicians. I like french fries.” She said, grinning. She climbed out of the car once he parked, and let him lead the way into the diner. It smelled like grease and deliciousness in there. She was already trying to decide what flavor milkshake to get.
He moved towards the diner, opening it up for her and letting her in, before then making his way inside. He then made his way for a table with her, and then grabbed two menus before setting it on the table with them. He took a seat across from her, then looked towards her.
“I agree, fancy is too expensive. And you have to be too nice during those moments, yea you’re definitely right, grease and eating is where it’s at.”
“I’ll have a tuna melt, fries, and a chocolate shake.” She blurted out, without even looking at her menu. “Oh, I mean...” She picked up the menu, opened it, and pretended to consider, then closed it a couple of seconds later, and repeated her order with a grin.
He laughed and shook his head, “Apparently you’ve been here before, I take it?” He winked then grabbed up the menu before reading through it, then looked up, “I’ll have your Chicken Fried Steak, with mashed potatoes, and yea... let’s make it a chocolate shake as well. Might as well live free.”
He handed off the menu, before looking back towards her, “We’re way too over dressed for this place, I know.”
Tink laughed. “No, not here. But isn’t that what you order whenever you go to a diner?” She asked, handing off her menu, too. “I mean, I don’t know if I’ve ever had anything besides grilled cheese or a melt and fries at a diner before. The type of shake varies, depending.” She shifted in her seat, feeling a bit awkward in her skirt. her hands moved down to straighten it out over her knees, even though she knew no one could see up it under the table.
“Way. Next time... pants.” Or shorts, actually. The weather being what it was. Getting warmer and warmer.
“Yea, well this is as much as I could afford after buying the car, but wanted to make sure you remained remarkably impressed,” he grinned and shrugged, “Who cares, we’re classy. They can get over it. But yea, melts, fries, burgers... that’s pretty much what a diner is. I’m a fan of anything that bleeds grease and is buried under gravy. It means I die at 35, but might be worth it?”
Tink laughed. “Well, I’m sure there will be more than a handful of weeping girls at your funeral.” She said, giving him a smile. “We can be classy and still eat a diner. We’ll just pretend this is the best diner in all of Orange County.” She put on a very haughty tone, lifting her chin and looking down her nose at their surroundings. “Why, yes, dah-ling you haven’t lived until you’ve had the cherry pie here. It’s ab-solutely fab-ulous.”
He laughed and shook his head, watching her before clearing his throat, “M’dear, this place is just downright homely. I trust the pie will make this place far more satisfactory for someone of our caliber. It’s nice to mingle with the common folk though.”
He then laughed again, before shaking his head then raised a brow, “So how has life been since the car show?”
Tink lifted the coffee mug sitting on the table (apparently, every place setting came with a clean, empty coffee mug, just in case) and stuck out her pinky as she pretended to sip. Then the charade broke, she laughed and set it back down again. “Good. Life’s been good. You know, working a lot at the shop. That’s pretty much what I do.”
She gave him a grin. “How’s your new baby? I’ve been waiting to see her again. Still want to work a bit on her together?”
“She’s beautiful, I’ve buffed a lot of her down already, so I can get to work on breaking out the dents. Then I’ll get to work on actually filling her with a new engine and working parts, and then comes the paint job and cosmetics.”
He shrugged before grinning and then raised a brow, “And I’d love nothing more than for you to come by and work on my car with me.”
Tink gave a little, giddy laugh and clapped her hands. “I’d love nothing more, too! I mean, that is why you asked me out again, isn’t it? For my... professional expertise?” She grinned, then leaned back a bit in the booth when the waitress brought out their milkshakes. Ah, milkshakes. Practically ran in Tink’s veins.
“That and my winning personality, I’m sure.” She gave him a wink, then leaned forward to sip.
“Winning personality, professional expertise, and an exceptional ass, all of those are pretty much the reasons I asked you out,” he chuckled when his own drink was brought out and he took it up. He took a sip from it before leaning back himself while watching her, raising a brow a moment before shaking his head with a laugh.
“Alright, so yea after this we should definitely go see a movie, then change into coveralls and head on over to the garage where we can actually spend some time under the car. Sound good?”
Tink’s cheeks were already considerably pink. But when he mentioned her backside, she went even more scarlet. “...You’re making me blush, you know.” She said, with a hint of almost shyness in her voice. Of course, she was more flattered than shy. He was attractive, and confident, she couldn’t help but get swept along in his charms.
“Dinner, a movie, and working on a car? All in one night? This may be the best first date ever.” She said, flirting a little.
“Well I thought you’d like to spend all of your time with me obviously,” he was joking of course and winked. He pointed towards her, “And I can tell you’re blushing, but thanks for letting me know anyway.”
He chuckled and then turned up his brow, “Best one ever? Sounds to me like I’m working my way all the way in.”
“Maybe.” Tink said in a sing-song voice. “You’re off to a really good start, anyway.” First or second date, whatever it was. It was nice. He was charming. And his flirtation was making her feel flattered. Desirable. Things she didn’t often feel. Girly. She felt like a girl.
“So... burgers, milkshakes, a movie... what movie? It has to be something good.” She teased.
“I’m not sure on the movie, I was going to let you decide when we got there, to make sure I didn’t screw it up and that you ended up liking it,” he winked again while he bit into his food after. He then leaned back a moment, watching her as he chewed. After he swallowed he smirked, “What do you want to see? Tell me it’s awesome. Because it can’t be a chick flick, or I might actually pass out.”
“Hey, some chick flicks are awesome.” Tink said, nearly through a full mouth. She swallowed and started again. “Some of them are pretty amazing, really. You’d be surprised.” Then she dug back into her food again. French fries dipped in milkshake? Awesome.
“But nah, let’s go see some stupid comedy. Ooh, or something with lots of explosions!” She grew excited at that prospect. Tink loved the big budget action movies as much as the next guy.
He laughed and winked, “I’m sure there’s one of each at the theater at least.” He then shook his head, “and there is no such thing as awesome chick flicks. They’re all boring and filled with women crying over things they had control over the whole time.”
He went back to his drink and food before then sighing as he watched her, “Or we could skip the movie and go straight to the car and just spend hours and hours on the car.”
Tink was going to argue that some ‘chick flicks’ were just rom-coms with a little extra emotion. And there wasn’t anything wrong with a rom-com, right? But then he suggested working on the car instead, and her whole face lit up at that idea. She nodded, chewing frantically, and then swallowed quickly. “That. That. Yes, let’s do that.”
He laughed and shook his head before shrugging, “Alright, fine, let’s do that. I can do that with you. Car all night long, and then I’ll take you home and we can come back and do it again some other day.” He winked before going back to his food. It tasted good, but of course it did, it was a diner, and diner food could simply not be ruined.
“All night long? I’m probably gonna need a Red Bull for that.” Tink said, grinning through her chewing. She wasn’t shy or dainty about eating. Tink was constantly surrounded by cars and dudes. She didn’t think about being girly... ever. She ate and drank and burped like the best of them.
“But it sounds like an awesome plan.” She was itching to get her hands on that car, so she ate a little faster.
He watched her eating grow in speed and knew what her intentions were. He finished his own food pretty quickly before wiping his hands on a napkin and then gesturing for the check, “Alright, then we should get to that car as soon as possible, or at least leave asap, so that we can grab a red bull on the way there huh?” He winked towards her and pulled out his money for the check. Handing it to the lady who went off to finish paying.
“Red Bull. Definitely.” Tink said with a nod. “You’ll have to tell me what all you want to get done tonight, too. I’m sure I’ll get distracted by the shiny, or go off on a tangent and lose sight of the goal. What’s the goal, exactly?” She asked, then stood when the waitress came back with Anakin’s change. “Thanks for dinner, by the way. It was absolutely delicious.”
He grinned and stood with her, making his way out with her and shrugging, “The end goal is a beautiful and sexy car, but right now the goal would be to take out what’s not fixable, and go to work on gutting her until we have an idea of what needs to be replaced, what needs to be repaired, and what needs to be upgraded.” He then opened the door for her, before making his way towards the car.
“But like I said, first... red bull.”
“Red Bull.” Tink repeated again, grinning. She slipped out of the diner, and then let him open the car door for her. “...gutting I can do. I’m pretty good at spotting things that don’t work in a car, anyway,” as she was sure he was, too. You couldn’t work for any length of time in a mechanic shop and not start to learn what was good and what was bad when cars came in. Even for oil changes, or whatever small things, she always had a sense when there was a piece that needed tightening, tweaking or replacing for whatever reason.
“Gutting sounds like fun, actually.” She’d have to borrow some coveralls or a pair of pants in the least.
He slipped into the car and started it up, heading back for his shop. They had Red Bull there, he figured, so would worry about that then. Instead he was focused on both the car and, her, as it turned out for the moment. He glanced back into her direction with a grin as they drove, “Does it really? You really are a different sort of girl, I have to say I’m really impressed by that.”
He then shrugged, “And it’ll be nice to have a second pair of eyes on it.”
“Why, thank you.” Tink said, though it was almost a question. Different was a bit kinder than some of the things she’d been called. (Whatever was derogatory for ‘tom boy’, she’d heard it.) “I do like to make an impression.”
Ah, yes, a second set of eyes. Tink knew all about that. She’d made some pretty terrible mistakes before she’d learned to grab someone else to double-check things for her. Most of the time it wasn’t necessary, but in bigger projects, always a good idea. “I’m happy to help.”
He pulled up in front of the shop, slipped out, and made his way towards the side door. Unlocking it, he let her in and then slipped in behind her. Looking around, he flipped on the lights, and the old junker was sitting there in the furthest stall, looking as old and haggard as the day they’d picked it up out of the auction. He smirked at it, then to her, looking her over, “I’m almost tempted to say you should just take your clothes off so they don’t get dirty, but that might be a bit harsh.”
He pointed towards some coveralls, “Those’ll work for you, they’re a bit on the small side.”
“Aww, thanks.” Tink said, moving over to the coveralls hanging. They were the same size and brand she used at her own garage. Perfect. Like slipping into a familiar pair of gloves. “Yeah, don’t want to wreck my dress.” She had no shyness when it came to changing, though. She simply tugged the pants part on first, then tugged her dress off quickly and pulled the rest on. She wasn’t exposed for long, but he could probably see her underwear for a moment.
“I only own like, two.” She added, tossing it aside somewhere safe. “Now. Let’s get started.”