Fully Restored

[deb]

Name of Thread: Fully Restored
Characters Involved in Thread: Jess Nichols, Randy Williams
IC Month Thread Occured: Late June 07
Brief Description of Thread: Jess admires Randy's car, and the two have a breif chat.

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The car had caught her attention when she pulled into the parking lot, and even more so when she got out oh her car. Granted it wasn't often that she saw a fully restored 1970 Hemi Cuda either, well aside from the Vegas car shows and it had been a while since Jess had gone to one of those. Brushing her hair off her shoulder as she moved over closer to the car, Jess really couldn't help but stop and look. It was shiny, it was black, well taken care of, and well after the day she'd had this was kind of making up for that a little. Moving around the car she looked at it , taking it in more before she furrowed her brow, see this was the kind of thing she wished would come into her shop that she could work on.

Other women liked diamonds and flowers and frilly things and well Jess was different, she'd take nice car over all that any day but then again a car said a lot about a person. Well more so the condition that they kept the car in said a lot about the person who drove it, which was one of those useful things she had learned over the years. It was kind of like you could tell a biker by how well they took care of their bike and the work and effort that they put into it. Granted she hadn't expected to get caught looking over said car either which was why when she turned around to make her retreat she was a bit startled to find someone else standing out there as well and she could feel the faint blush creeping up in her cheeks. Clearing her throat she tugged down the tank top she had on, checking to make sure she wasn't covered in grease from work before she smiled. "Your car?"

Looking away she looked at the almost empty parking lot before she pushed her sunglasses up over the top of her head, she'd honestly just came to get groceries though it had taken her up until that moment and time to realize that. Turning her attention back to what she presumed to be the car's owner she adjusted the backpack she used as a purse on her shoulder.

[randy]

Randy had been watching the brunette giving his car the once over. At first he was curious as to what she was doing, and then he was a little amused. It wasn’t all that often you found a woman who liked cars enough to stop and admire something a little different. Either that or she was some crazed stalker, picking victims by their cars. So he stood, a few feet away with his arms folded across his chest, patiently waiting to be spotted.

When she finally did, he noted that she looked quite embarrassed for being busted, a blush creeping over her quite striking face. Randy smiled lightly and gave a nod in response to her question. “I’m hoping you’re not here to tow it,” he joked, stepping forward, bridging the gap between them. He offered his hand to her.

“Randy,” he stated simply, waiting to hear who this woman was that found his car so interesting.

[deb]

"Jess," offering her hand Jess smiled before she laughed. "No I don't tow them though I do fix them on occassion," she explained before she reached into her purse pulling out her business card. She'd had a few of them printed up a while back and tried her hardest to remember to hand them out though that didn't always happen the way that she would have liked for it too. "I saw it in the parking lot and really couldn't help but stop and look, I'm sorry."

So over time she had found not everyone was as likeable to the idea of someone having eye sex with their car in a parking lot, their drive way, or anywhere else for that matter to be honest. Though Jess had gotten over being embarassed, well somewhat it was never as much fun whern you got caught red handed looking. Although she supposed in the grand scheme of things she could have been a bit more cautious about the things that she did. Ugh her mind was wandering again.

"I'm really sorry about that, I've just never seen one of these restored and in this condition before."

[randy]

Randy accepted her business card, giving it a glance before stuffing it in his pocket. The Hills were a bit of a drive, especially if he needed repairs, but you could never have too many options where you’re prized possession was concerned. He chuckled as she apologized, it really hadn’t bothered him, he got it fairly often. It was simply because she was a woman, and a very attractive woman at that… he didn’t get someone like her admiring his car often at all.

“It took me five years to get it done, I’m glad I’m not the only one who appreciates it,” he said with a genuine smile. “You’re card says you’re in the Hills, what you doing all the way out here in Vegas?” he asked, curious, and eager to start a conversation. Randy was a nice guy, he liked talking to people. The fact she was gorgeous was only a very small percentage of his reason for striking up a conversation.

You couldn’t completely get rid of the fact he was a man after all.

[deb]

"Vacationing," Jess answered before she smiled. "I decided I needed a break from being covered in grease and banging around engines," she added. This was just the first stop in her plan, in a few days she was taking her mother on a vacation somewhere else and somewhere away from everything. Not that she had really managed to mention that to anyone at all but she didn't see the need too in the least bit. "What about you, local or are you here to enjoy Sin City and hopefully strike it rich?"

Jess didn't hear warning bells in her head going off telling her he was a serial killer or had a large collection of stuffed cats which he had named and were going to attempt to introduce her too which was why she didn't see the harm in standing there and talking to him. So long as the words Mr. Fluffykins didn't come up they were good as far as she was concerned, and he was cute. Maybe it was the eyes or maybe it was the fact after what had just gone on she needed a little boost in her confidence, who knew her mind was in twenty different places all at once lately and even she couldn't keep track of it anymore.

She thought about what he had said before she laughed. "I grew up with cars, that tend to tell you a lot about the person that drives them before you even meet them," she joked. "My Dad was a mechanic and it just kind of rubbed off on me."

[randy]

A mechanic’s daughter who took up the trade? Randy had the inkling this meant she had no brothers. Not that a woman mechanic was unheard of, but from what he’d seen of them (and he’d dealt with many), they often took over the family business, and the women of the profession often did so because Dad only had a daughter. When she asked him if he was local, he realised he had business cards of his own. He usually forgot entirely, since word of mouth was a big part of his gaining new clients. But he figured, since she’d given hers to him, he’d do the same.

“I’m local,” he announced, digging into his back pocket for his wallet. “I run a gun club on the other side of town,” he added on as he grabbed his leather wallet and opened it, fishing out a business card. He handed it over to her. On it was his and the business name, his phone numbers and in small italic text under his name ‘Weapons training specialist’. “I’m an ex marine, it was tough trying to find something I loved to do when I got out, so I figured fuck it, I’ll do what I love and make it a business.” He chuckled, since there really was no other way of explaining it.

[deb]

"Yeah didn't rub off on my brother the same way," she almost told him that her brother prefered rubbing pussy to doing anything that required him to have a brain but she didn't because well she didn't know him and she was a little leary of saying much at all about that one. Taking the card though she looked over it before she stuck it into her bag and smiled.

She had to smile when she listened to him talk, she could understand that though. Doing what you liked doing and making something that you could actually work with out of it, it said a lot and well yeah it just said a lot that you could actually do that with your life. If more people she figured they would have less shootings in the work places and what not but she was rambling even in her own head, which to Jess just seemed to be some what kind of sad and a little despressing all at the same time or maybe it was just the fact she was tired.

"There's nothing wrong with doing what you love doing though, if more people did it they would be a lot happeir with the way that things work out." Looking back at the car and looking back at him she smiled again before she shook her head. "See though I wouldn't have expected you to say that, no sure what I was expecting but it certainly wasn't that," she offered.

[randy]

Randy smiled at her reaction to his profession. He’d had some women literally cringe when he’d told them. It was nice not to be seen as some violent Neanderthal just because of his training. He was bummed, as he realised he had to run or he was going to be late to receive the next shipment of gear coming to the club. She seemed like a nice enough girl, the kind he wouldn’t mind getting to know. But he wasn’t about to stand there and ask her out, knowing she lived in the Hills and had only just met him.

“Well Jess, I’m going to have to make a run for it, got a shipment of gear coming in and I gotta sign on the dotted line.” He paused, and extended his hand, shaking hers once more. “It was nice meeting another Cuda enthusiast.”

[deb]

"It was nice meeting you too, and thank you for the card," granted had she known she might need to use that card Jess really couldn't say how thankful she would have been as she liked the nice quiet existance that she had in that moment and time. "I should probably go in and get my groceries but if your ever in the area stop in and check out the shop." She offered as she shook his head before she adjusted her bag and started for the store.