femmeannabelle:
When Annabelle realized that it was Billie’s car pulling up to hers, she felt her spirits lift a little bit. One of the last times she’d seen Billie had been the night she’d been attacked by that human asshole outside of the Lusty Lady. She’d seen a side of Billie that she knew existed, but never thought she’d see first hand. It had been terrifying and exhilarating all at one time. The only thing it had done to their relationship was make it stronger. Billie had killed a man for her to keep her safe, whatever Annabelle had to do in return, she would do.
“I may or may not have asked my roommate….” She teased, winking at her, and realizing that now her situation didn’t seem so hopeless. “I don’t know what the problem is except that my car might as well be a literal piece of SHIT.” She said, kicking a tire and wincing at the pain in her foot.
“Do you know anything about cars from that long life you’ve lived?” She asked sweetly, leaning against the car and tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
Billie leaned against the hood of her car and laughed, “well, I’ve never said no to a damsel in distress and I won’t start now.” Really, she aught to be keeping a better eye on Anna over all, considering she’d become something of a toy. But she’d never been opposed much to sharing, and the majority of the towns most dangerous beings- dangerous to Annabelle, anyway- answered to Billie’s boss. So there wasn’t all that much to worry about. and if Billie dealt with all of her problems the whole relationship became far too... Regular. She liked popping up unexpectedly.
“Mmmm, does look like you could do with a new motor.” Could buy her one, would barely be a dent in the finances. It’s a little too extravagant of a purchase though- wouldn’t go unnoticed by Astarte or Anne’s circle of friends. “I’m a lesbian from the fifties.” Billie scoffed, kicking up from her lean to saunter over to Annabelle’s car, popping up the hood. “Of course I know a thing or two about cars.”
The engine was still kinda hot, but she could move fast enough. “Your radiator is full of shit.” She snorted out a laugh as she carefully removed the little engine piece and shook out debris. “Cheap oil?” It was phrased like a guess, but really that had to be the case. Luckily Billie was like a boy scout- always prepared. She walked back to her own trunk to pull out an oil canister, setting the cleaner radiator part back in its place and topping it up. “That should do it.” She pushed the hood back down, “try it now.”