Montgomery Scott is a miracle worker (warp_speed) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-08 02:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kitty pryde (shadowcat), montgomery scott |
"I'm sorry, I have tae go now."
Who: Kitty Pryde, Montgomery Scott
What: comic book shopping geekery, haggling gone wrong. Followed by public trolling, buttrubs, and spousal betrayal in a donut shop.
When: Today! After Kitty PM'd Scotty.
Where: Probably somewhere around Santa Ana
Rating: PG-13, language and a random ass massage from a bystander
Status: Complete!
Something Kitty never would have expected was to have Scotty on her motorcycle with her as they closed in on a comic shop. But it was like they'd found a sort of comfortable, if argumentative equilibrium.
That's right, they had. Scotty was under orders to pick up some hentai for his not-the-missus. To prove they still had the argumentative down, mister perpetually backseat driver saw fit to tell her, "Lassie, ye couldae taken that corner there a wee bit faster! I think she can handle it!"
"If you insist!" She popped a wheelie and sped around the next corner twice as fast. He's a bad influence.
No, she is. Because his face went o.O since he said nothing about popping any wheelies. 'You can take that faster' was not 'you need to pop a wheelie' and this, Scotty is convinced, is why the school system is better where he's from. They have no sense of comprehension over here.
Kitty was laughing as she pulled up in front of the comic shop, tires screeching. She had to one-up him, it was as simple as that!
No one one-up's him. It's the first rule of trolling: no one else wins, only the troll. He thwapped her on the shoulder and got off the bike, as quickly as possible.
"I think ye must be Kirk's cousin. Yer insane like he is."
"Well then you saved me from some incestual relations, Scotty. Thanks!" She swung off her bike, taking her helmet off.
"Would ye really have done that? Really?" He winced a little. Just a little. "I didnae save ye, either. Ye couldae said no."
Scotty took off the spare helmet and handed it over to her. Stupid helmet laws.
"I don't really know," She admitted. "Except I would have regretted it."
"Aye, most likely. He wouldnae have!" He smiled, brightly, because it was the truth.
"I think I get the picture. A bit of a playboy?" She opened the door for him, smiling snarkily, "After you, honey."
"Aww, cheers, dear, yer so thoughtful," he cooed as he walked in with a bit of a spring in his step. "And aye, he is a playboy, but he's not a bad guy otherwise. Simply not the type tae settle down. Maybe he takes the lust part of the word 'wanderlust' tae seriously, and likely will not stop moving about. Restless, aye, that's it."
He couldn't say why. Even if he now knew that the aimless thing was due to being out of their own timeframe, he was otherwise remaining tightlipped about mentioning anything further.
"Yeah I think I can get that," She replied. "Doesn't mean I still wouldn't feel dirty. Even if it might have been a fun dirty." She closed the door, rubbing her arm as she looked around, "But I have to do right by myself, you know?"
"Ye do have tae look at yerself in the mirror in the morning. That much is true," he agreed, while looking around. "Right. Never been in this shop. Where's the hentai?"
Off he goes on a search for tentacle rape monsters, for the girlfriend!
Kitty laughed, "I don't know, I haven't been inside one of these since I moved here." She started to browse around, hoping no one would zone in on the scent of a girl in a comic shop.
"I used tae go all the time. Ordering models and collectables and such. All of which are back home, if me sis hasnae given them tae her demon brood." Scotty looked through a box of questionable comics, of Japanese origin. He opened one and made a face at it. "Pity. Te got a sword, ye might as well cut that thing aff and not let it do that tae you. Really. That's not very heroic, that's just lazy and perverted."
Kitty came over and peered into the box, "I don't know whether to be turned on or disturbed. ... I'll go with option #2."
Scotty flipped a page and tipped his head back in an away motion. Eww. "Two, option two, definitely. Looks like something Gaila would giggle at, so I'm getting it. Besides..." He showed Kitty the cover which showed a girl and a mecha in a very questionable position. "...it's got a wee bit of everything."
"How is she not being split in half?" Kitty stared at it, "I mean....That's at least the size of her torso!"
"I dunno. She's very stretchy? It must have something tae do with all of the tentacles, halfway through." He even flipped to that two page picture, turned the whole thing sideways, and held it at arm's length so they could try to figure out that hot mess.
"That looks like fun," Kitty quipped, before backing away to find a safer place to browse!
Then she paused, "Actually, are there two of those? Jubilee would get a kick out of it."
Scotty had since flipped that comic upside down in an attempt to unravel its hentai mysteries, but reached down, plucked a second copy out of the box, and held it out to her. His eyes were locked on and scanning the page like he was involved in a maze, and was trying to find the exit.
"Oooooh. So that's where that ends," he finally murmured.
Giggling, Kitty took the comic and held it under her arm. She quickly grabbed a random comic to cover it while she walked around, and then stared at that one's cover. She started flipping through it. It was all distressingly familiar. She grabbed the previous issue, and flipped through that. It wasn't until the last two pages that she recognized any of the events. She chewed her lip, darted her eyes towards Scotty, and then tucked both of those under her arm with the hentai. She walked over to the area of the store with collected editions and started looking through the Marvel ones.
Scotty was pretty absorbed. Only not in the hentai. He had just grabbed a few based on the covers, though those were good enough to appease Gaila, and moved over to the sci-fi section to look through some things. He was already asking himself if he really had the time to put together a model when he was essentially doing that in large scale anyway, and did he really need a busty figurine? Probably not. Action figures? Maaaaaaybe.
Mecha comics! Space crew stuff! He started reading and when the guy behind the counter gave him a dirty look for perusing too long, he flipped them off.
A series of Star Trek models were in the corner, featuring about 8 different Enterprises (NCC-1701, Bloody A, Bloody B, Bloody C, Bloody D, Bloody E and bloody Movie, as well as the NX-10), and numerous alien ships. Kitty, meanwhile, was deeply engrossed in a trade paperback of the Kitty Pryde & Wolverine miniseries. She'd lost her mind. That was the only explaination.
"Tae bloody many of those, should only be one," he grumbled at the models, darkly, giving them a proper glaring at, because all others were imposters. IMPOSTERS. He pointed at the Bloody Movie version and asked the shop keeper, "How much? Let's haggle."
Oh no, the Scottish haggle. Quick, batten down the hatches.
The man pointed at the sticker, "Twenty nine ninety nine."
Kitty had her phone out and was checking her bank account while holding onto a pile of trade paperbacks. She'd already paid for the Shakespeare tickets and made reservations. Rent was taken care of, but she wasn't getting paid again for a week. Shit. She put away about thirty-five books, keeping the trade. She put back the two Excalibur issues, instead picking up two trades that contained them.
"I'll pay ye twenty," Scotty said, trying to lowball it. He had watched Kitty putting stuff back after she checked her phone, so he gathered (from experience) that the girl was broke as hell and used to living on a budget too.
"Twenty-nine ninety nine." The man then pointed at a sign that said 'prices as marked.' Kitty came over with her much smaller haul, "I can't wait for my bonus to come in." She huffed, "Oh hey! That movie was awesome!"
"Aye, good movie. Twenty two," Scotty countered, with the squinting up of one eye. "No one pays attention tae those signs, lad. I'll only pay twenty-nine, ninety-nine if ye throw in the manual that's got the interior layout."
The man insisted, "Twenty-nine ninety nine. The manual is forty!" He pointed at the manual, with its sticker on it!
"What the hell? Are ye serious!" Scotty looked vastly offended. "How can ye not have some sort of package deal, fuckin' fourty dollars! Seriously! The manual shouldnae be more than the model is, yer prices are skewed wrong! It should only be that much if it has bloody pop-ups and wee slidey paper bits tae make people walk through the decks and go up an' doon the lifts!"
He slapped down the hentai comics and at least one mechanical space adventure graphic novel down on the countertop and waited for the tally, while grumbling darkly about price fixing and how no one knew how to haggle anymore. On this planet, at least.
"We have to have a profit margin," The man explained grumpily. "We pay the publishers, and we have to ask for more than that. Comics are low-margin." He rang him up, "109.98, if you want the model and the manual."
"Yer not goin' tae budge are you." Scotty stared directly into the comic store guy's eyes, like his eyes were targeting someone for a photon torpedo volley. "On any of it. Really."
STONE COLD HARD GLARE OF BUDGE, DAMN YOU!!!1!
"Even hundred and I'll buy it all," Scotty said, under his breath. He quirked an eyebrow like then he might come back, and buy more.
Scotty was a badass on ebay and anything involving bidding. Fact.
The man pointed at the register, "The 9.98 is tax. Its 99.99 for everything already. So you're getting it for less than a hundred."
"Fine, then ninety." It was a good thing there wasn't a line, because this might take a while.
"109.98."
Kitty was covering her face with a hand.
"Ninety-five."
He got this way with set prices too at expensive coffee shops. It's pretty sad.
The man then pointed at the 'we reserve the right to refuse service to anyone' sign, suggestively.
"That's just a suggestion, and it's subjective," Scotty countered, with a broad and sudden smile. Like he didn't think he'd do it. "Ye got tae have some sort of bonus thing for people who buy ex number of comics or bundles or sets or something. I'd hope. Dinnae you?"
"Scotty, just pay the man, I've give you ten bucks."
The man moved to take the comics and model and put them behind the counter.
"Ye cannae give me ten bucks it's the principle of the matter now," he was saying, like he was explaining the mechanics of how things worked on a nuclear level. "Besides ye put some things back tae and ye have a hot date tonight. So...oh right, ye just put those back then. Go right on ahead, ye pain in the arse. Wait, here? Just put the hentai on the counter and I'll buy those or Gaila might kill me."
He began to dig through his pockets for wadded up money, because keeping that sort of stuff in your wallet was for losers. And it was probably in part because he was subconsciously used to federation credits, so wads of money were somewhat of a novelty he kept crumpling up and shoving into his pockets.
The man rolled his eyes, and rang up the hentai, "$15.42."
"At least round up then, so there's not three extra coins involved if ye break a larger increment." He uncrumpled a twenty and slapped it down on the counter, with a scowl.
Kitty blinked. She'd forgotten about the date. How the hell had she forgotten about the date? She looked at her comics again. Oh, right. Everyday realities like one's first lesbian date tended to get pushed back into one's mind when faced with dreams about comic books she'd never read. She rolled her own eyes and tossed three pennies onto the counter, "There. Jesus."
"Och! No, yer ruining it." Scotty took three fingers, placed them on the three pennies, and slid them over. "You keep them, lass."
So while Captain CrapPants there was ringing him up and giving him change, Scotty did turn toward Kitty and conversationally asked, "Did ye get everything ye wanted? Ye know, we could haggle for those things ye werenae able tae get." He smiled at her, in a huge beamingly bright :D sorta way.
Kitty shook her head, "Something tells me it'll be difficult, and I wouldn't save enough money to make it worth the effort." She put her choices on the counter, "I'm glad I already bought tickets or I'd be too tempted to spend that money."
"Hopefully it's something good and not boring, and involves food." Because that's typically what went through his brain anyway: a.) is it exciting? b.) does it involve food? if the answer to either is 'aye!' then it's worth doing.
Of course, for him, technical manuals and fixing plumbing and engines could also be exciting.
Kitty laughed, "I'm taking her to Shakespeare, and then a nice restaraunt." She paid the man, who eyed her. Leered really. LESBIAN in comic shop, fuck yeah!
"Well what sort of nice restaurant? Is it fancy?" Scotty ignored the...okay he can't ignore that, he just turned his head and glared directly at the shop owner like he needed to stop that, right away. "What. Ye never seen a lesbian before? Pick yer fuckin' jaw up, they really exist. Half expect ye tae call yer friends and tell them that she wasnae burly and wearin' footwear made fer men. Dumb arse."
He snatched up his bag of comics and rolled his eyes.
Kitty looked down at her tennis shoes. Maybe she should have worn pink shoes. She took her bag, glaring at the man, "I think I'll shop elsewhere in the future."
Scotty just smiled 'charmingly' and twiddled his fingers like 'toodles!' as he followed Kitty.
"Hell, even in comic shops. Maybe shouldae said ye were bi, but then again...principle of the matter,' Scotty was saying after they were outside and the door was closed. "That's what he gets. Close-minded arse, not even willing tae haggle and looking like he just about sprang a huge one over two girls goin' oot on a date. Rat bastard."
"Going out to Shakespeare, even! Actually you can get pretty pervy about Shakespeare..." Kitty shook her head, carefully stuffing her purchase into a saddlebag and pointing at another one for Scotty, "We need to find a better shop. I saw a lot that interested me."
"I think there's another one but it's further away," he said, shoving the bag of hentai in and making sure it was safe and secure, and in no danger of flying out. "I wouldnae know about the pervy. Shakespeare makes me snore."
He shrugged and looked vaguely apologetic. "Always fancied bawdy poetry and tall tales."
Kitty blushed a little bit, "To tell you the truth, there are only a couple plays I really like, but I kind of bet on her being a big literature buff and it paid off, big. I'm a big fan of tall tales myself."
"Aye? Well...ye know, it's probably better tae just admit things like that." Was she blushing? Aww, she's blushing. He winced a little bit, like he hadn't really thought before his opinion went flying out of his mouth. "Look. Maybe ye'll enjoy it anyway. Just do what I had tae do when confronted with long, drawn out plays. Imagine them all in their knickers or in nothing. Makes it much much better, and easier tae laugh at." He grinned ear to ear, just about, and gave her a thumbs up!
"I was really happy to see it was A Midsummer Night's Dream, since its one I like," She replied. "Somehow I think my attention might be diverted." She turned it back onto him, noticing his ears were slightly tinged, "How can you go anywhere with Gaila and still be capable of coherent thought?"
His ears were not tinged. He's just rubbing at them awkwardly while looking like he's thinking about that last question asked.
"Easy, we used tae argue a lot, so it was simple enough tae latch onto the theme of the debate and carry on from there, I'd suppose? But...I stay in a lot, lass, so...I dinnae know what ye mean exactly by go anywhere."
"Something tells me she'd never let you notice what's going on in a movie." Kitty straddled her bike, revving it up and shivering.
"Well, we made it through some cooking thing on the telly but...aye, bit distracting usually," he admitted, sitting behind her and trying to figure out where to put his hands again. He just settled for around her waist where it was safe, hands clasped together. In case she popped a wheelie again. "I dinnae think we could make it through a movie, no."
He imagined Gaila would probably be all >:D trollface and get grab happy in the dark, because it seemed like something she'd do.
Kitty didn't either. She was wondering how dark the theatre would be, then smacked herself, "Okay." She glanced at him, and smirked, "You're a closet romantic, and don't deny it. Any tips?"
NOW he was a wee bit flustered and his ears went red. He was also giving her a look like he clearly thought she was insane. Him? A romantic? Not really. He was more apt to have romance fail on a massive scale, most of which was because of his own personality quirks and being a bit of a shut-in.
"Uhhh...I dinnae know if I'm the best to ask about that, lass? Pull her chair oot for her and hold the doors open?"
Kitty opened her mouth, then closed it and pulled her helmet on, "That's actually...I'm not sure who's going to be the girl in this relationship."
Scotty had already put his helmet on, which was a great thing, because it hid the fact that any signs of embarrassment might have been spreading toward his face.
"Aye, that's...uhh...look, I dinnae know how you'd both get that sorted. I'm certain it'd work, so...bring flowers?"
"Hmm..maybe? She's picking me up, but thats only because you can't really dress up and take a motorcycle." She laughed and revved the engine before gunning out into the street.
Scotty just shook his head at her and then held on for dear life, because she really did gun it. Unexpectedly. He's convinced she's somehow related to Kirk. Totally. Or she's the female Kirk from a parallel dimension, only without the hitting on everything that moves part of the equation.
No, she was just a card-carrying member of the Dangerous Sports Club.
She weaved in and out of traffic with the greatest of ease, then checked her watch and started to speed.
Scotty would have to agree, if there was a club called that, then...what the hell...she belonged to it. He smirked and scrunched his nose up a bit, closing his eyes when necessary, because she really was revving it. Not that he could blame her, she was on a schedule! And, admittedly, because he was the one who knew all about how to make things go faster than they should, inwardly he was enjoying it a wee bit.
Kitty was wondering if he could pull out more performance from her bike. More horsepower, or better balance and turning. It might be worth it to save up for something like that. She turned down a narrow alley, dodging trash cans!
"Mind that...aye, ye missed it," he said, looking back over his shoulder to see if anything toppled over. He could definitely amp up the bike, no question about it. In fact, he was already thinking of offering. After all, he'd tweaked Sulu's car for free too, and what use was having friends if you couldn't tear apart their machinery make their vehicles work better?
There was a piece of wood, leading up like a ramp over a dumpster. She opened the throttle completely as they barreled towards it.
"...och, are ye serious?! Think about the shocks!" he cried out, like she should be mindful that there was two people instead of one, and that's all he cares about. No joke. No thought of bodily harm or them biting it, he's worried it'll bottom out on the landing and hurt the BIKE.
He was wincing because he expected the suspension to go wonky. So bad.
"It can handle it!" Kitty shouted back as the bike hit the wood and they shot up into the air, over the dumpster, and over a brick wall! There was a grassy knoll on the other side, cushioning the impact. They rolled down it and onto another street.
"...bloody hell," Scotty said in a very high pitched way, without yelling it. At all. A few token coughs and his voice was back to normal and he told her over the engine, "Even if it wasnae a hard landing? Ye still bruised me arse."
He almost laughed while trying to troll tell her, "I think it needs a rubbing." Screw it, he started laughing. No keepy straight face, for him!
Kitty laughed. It was the sort of laugh that was fueled by adrenaline and fear. She turned in a much more normal manner, rolling to a stop in front of a donut shop. She was hungry, and it wouldn't hurt to buy some for Gaila too, as a peace offering for stealing her boytoy for a day, "Why don't we ask bubba in there if he wants to rub it?"
"All right! Which one's Bubba? The guy eatin' the donuts on the end there, or the guy behind the counter?" Either way, Scotty ran the risk of being sat on. Awesome.
"The guy in black leather in the corner booth," Kitty said. She walked inside. Something powered for herself and "Do you think Gaila would like creme filling?" She snerkled.
"She loves creme filling. Och! You in the corner booth? I've got an arse ache, ye want tae rub it?" Scotty asked in a way like he was actually asking, genuinely so, and maybe he even made the internet duck lips photo face just to make his question even more convincing.
Then, to Kitty, he asked, without missing a beat, "Have they got anything that's chocolate with the creme filling? That'd go over well."
The biker looked up at him, blinking, and slowly ate his donut while staring at Scotty, like 'wtf mate wtf'.
Kitty shook her head, "That one there." She pointed at chocolate with creme filling.
Well, she told him to do it, and he's Scottish, so of course if it's based on a dare (like their cuisine) he's going to do it.
"Two of those. And I'll buy them, shite, just..." He nudged her over with an elbow, leaning in to get a better look. "What's that frilly one there. No, I dinnae want one, just...it looks like something a girl would cough up. Lemon? Aye, I'll take lemon. Two. Ye want one?" He looked over at Kitty because he wasn't so much of an asshole that he'd get donuts and not give her any.
Fine, if they were still fighting, then he would've lit it on fire and tried to snuff it out using her face, but they aren't, so she can accept this instead.
"I'll take a lemon one, sourass," She replied, then poked him in the shoulder.
The biker meanwhile, had finished up his donut, then walked up to Scotty and rubbed his ass.
"Stop poking me, ye twit, and...ooooh!" Scotty had been about to poke her back but then he just shrugged and stood there, like he didn't care. "Wee bit tae the left. It hurts more toward the hip...aye, that's the spot. So. I'd like three of the lemon ones, please." He held up three fingers to the person behind the counter.
The woman behind the corner eyed them, then got the requested donuts, while the biker continued to molest Scotty.
Now now, he's not being molested. He's just getting a free massage. He's even reaching into his pockets for the money once it's rang up and dropping it down on the counter. Did that hand move too far?
Scotty's head moved automatically and locked into place so a glare was lobbed up at biker Bubba. "Och! I said tae the left! If I wanted yer fingers crammed up me arse, I wouldae said that when I walked in! Shite, get it right would ye? Just..."
Scotty reached one hand back and SMACK! Smacked the man's hand away.
"Terrible! Half arsed massage, literally and figuratively! Get aff! Back up then! Yer done! Ye missed yer chance! I'm through. Fuck."
He folded his arms and stared forward, crossly.
It was about then that Kitty realized that "Bubba" was a woman., because she opened her mouth and spoke, "I think you owe me a donut, mister."
The biker hadn't seen a man she liked quite this much since she was in jail with that Kirk feller.
Honestly, he just shrugged, sighed, and then just waved a hand around in a twirly pointy motion. It didn't even matter if it was male or female, really, because he'd gotten that kink worked out of his aching asscheek.
"Pick one. Go on, hurry, we've not got all day. We're on a schedule."
The biker pointed at a red white and blue frosted donut. Naturally.
"Right, that one." He threw down some extra money and took it and held it out to her. "There ye are. Eat up, lovey. Ye look like a lass who needs her nourishment."
Not really, but he did give Kitty a momentary glance and a wink, like they should be ready to make trollfaces and book it like all hell was on their asses.
Kitty glanced at her watch, "Come on, I need to shave my leeegs!" The biker shrugged at her, "Go natural, hon."
The counter lady tried to fill their order even faster!
Scotty just grinned and crinkled his nose up a little. It's not like he's going to stop, oh no. Because this came flying out of his mouth, "Or ye know, some of us dinnae like gettin' carpet burn while tryin' tae play footsie. Only saying!"
"Some of us like a more natural woman. Or man. Although, have you ever shaved your balls?" She grinned at Scotty, while Kitty made a face. It was the scrunchy eew face.
"Once, kindae, but I actually used tweezers." TROLL FACE SCOTTY. "Didnae want razor burn."
That made it slow but effective sounding so the trolling had icing on it's cake! Scotty went \o/ and everything.
The biker pulled him against her, "Want to come home with a real woman, boy?"
"No! Now ye didnae get grabby with me just then, what's wrong with ye?!" And there's where he leaned back like he was pushing against a brick wall, which he might as well be, since she was pretty big for a (man)chick. Scotty didn't have the size but he had the bravado. He wasn't putting up with that without him going into chief engineer wtf-is-goin'-oon?! mode. "Yer insulting the lass here and yer insulting me. Back aff, I'd said! Just because ye give someone an arse rub and get a donut for payment, dinnae mean ye get tae continue taking advantage and getting grabby! That's bloody annoying! Step aff, back away, then! Gae on! Move yer arse! And nae more donuts for you. Enjoy that one, it's YER LAST!"
Scotty gave the counter a tap with his hand like he? Is ready to get his donuts. Cheers!
Now with added Scottish fuming!
"Yeah, you're feistier than Kirk. I like that." She stepped back, holding up her hands in a 'peace, peace' fashion. Kitty was hiding a huge grin behind her hand. This was turning into a really, really odd day.
"Ye didnae...och, Kirk, ye'll flirt at anything that moves," Scotty said with a massive eyeroll, like THAT figured.
"We were in jail together. This cute little man came to bail him out."
"What'd he look like? Ruffled looking, angrily archy eyebrow?"
At least Scotty did have enough sense to refrain from pointing out that everyone was little, when compared to the likes of this 'lady.' He just thought it, instead. And gave Kitty a looking at, like he was thinking it. Ha!
"More ruffled. He had doctor's hands. I hope he got those hands ALL over Kirk."
Kitty snerked.
"Ye shouldnae talk about me hubby that way. It's not me own fault that he strays, how dare you." Scotty even turned away like he was visibly upset, raising a fist to his mouth, like he was verklempt. He wasn't, really, because he was instead trying to hide the fact that he was ready to laugh his freakin' ass right off.
Kitty stared at him, shoulders shaking with constrained laughter, "You need to divorce that man, Scotty."
He sounded so choked up, even to the point where he had to place both hands over his face and bow his head, his shoulders shaking as though he was crying. But he wasn't. He was really laughing his ass off as quietly as possible, but sounding so distraught because it was hard to breathe.
"I know, I know I should, but I cannae quit him...his hands are like...like....magic...the minute he...he lays them on me...I forget meself...it's so wrong but...oh...oh so right."
The biker chick frowned, and then tried to hug him, "I'm so, so sorry hon."
He turned into the hug and buried his face into...some soft spot of the larger woman and (laugh)cried against her.
Kitty? Took a picture.
Scotty? Peeked at her and did a thumbs up while mouthing 'send me a copy' and then went right back to (lol) weeping.
"Scotty hon, we have to get back to our other husband!"
"I rue the day we moved onto that compound, where we could wed multiple people," he said, rubbing at his eyes, because they were wet. From laughter. Of the sort that made one cry, so it was only further adding to the effect. "I'm sorry, I have tae go now. Tonight's the goat sacrifice. If I'm late, the other husband will beat me."
Scotty made another high pitched noise and turned away, biting on the knuckles of a fist as he grabbed his donuts with his free hand, and rushed out of the donut shop like a distressed daytime soap actress.
Kitty free'd Scotty, and put her arm around him guiding him out of the ---or he does that and she rushes after him!
Well she tried and that's all that counted, so it made him just look all the more out of sorts and added to the effect. Once outdoors again, he put the donuts away and would just give Kitty hers when she dropped him off at the repair shop.
Kitty hopped onto her bike, barely giving him a chance to grab on, and sped off. She pulled over a mile away and burst into laughter.
Gaila? Was going to be sad she missed that.
Sorry Gaila! It happened impromptu-like! At least Kitty got a picture! And he was almost falling off the bike, sideways, from lulzing too hard.
"Oh my god that's awesome! You're a riot!"
Just then, Scotty's phone beeped, a text message from Gaila. Something about a road trip to Vegas with Kirk.
"So are you! Wait, phone. Och! Road trip!" He read it outloud. "I havenae been tae Vegas in a while! That sounds like fun." He texted back a big fat 'OK!'
Gaila texted back 'he already left,call him!'
"Road trip?" Kitty glanced back at him.
"Shite!" Scotty tried to dial quickly and nodded to Kitty, keeping one hand on her waist in case she took off again, unexpectedly. And so he didn't start laughing and fall off the bike sideways again. "Kirk's goin' tae Vegas! Should be a fine adventure."
Kitty gunned it back to the garage. She took another alley and another jump, even!
So much for making a phonecall.
Within about five minutes, she'd made it to the garage, "We're here!"
"Brilliant! Well done!" Scotty went \o/ and then gave her a big hug before getting off the bike. "We'll have tae do that again when I get back. Uhh...ye want tae watch Porthos for me? I'll owe you. Ye name it, I can fix it."
Kitty kissed his cheek and hugged him back, "I'll check up on him for you tomorrow morning. Make sure he's fed and walked and everything, okay? I wouldn't mind making a deal on seeing what you can do to my bike."
"Brilliant idea, aye, we can do that. Here's the key." He hastily handed it over to her, after finding it in a pocket. He also was grinning at the cheek kiss because that was nice. "He likes sandwiches. There's plenty of things in the fridge upstairs, help yerself. And I'll let ye know when I'm back. Good luck on yer date, lass!"
"Thanks!" She took the key, "I promise the dog won't starve to death. I'll bring the mail in too when I stop by." She waved at Gaila, who was in the window and on the phone, and then rode off!
Scotty waved and luckily had their part of the donuts and the hentai comics, and headed inside, where fun vegas vacation times were awaiting!