#tireburnt

[shawkyarchived]

SOMEWHERE  IN  THE  MIDDLE  OF  NOWHERE . . .  for  @tireburnt

white  knuckles  as  he  grips  the  handle  beside  his  head  ,   hanging  on  for  dear  life  in  the  passenger’s  seat  .  she’s  a  damn  good  driver  ,   better  than  anyone  he’s  ever  run  into  before  ,   and  shawky  doesn’t  regret  hiring  her  for  help  on  this  wild  ,   overnight  adventure  ,   but  his  stomach  is  having  a  few  regrets  here  and  there  at  the  sudden  lurches  ,  the  sharp  turns  .  he’s  trying  to  hold  onto  his  map  with  the  other  hand  ,  but  he  keeps  letting  it  go  and  grabbing  for  the  dashboard  to  prop  him  up  at  every  twist  and  turn  ,   every  quick  jolt  .  his  glasses  go  awry  on  his  face  .  ❝  okay  if  i  ask  who  taught  you  to  drive  ?  ❞  he  calls  over  the  roar  of  the  jeep’s  engine  .  ❝  asking  as  a  compliment  !!  ❞

[skhism]

         ‘ well? ’ if she weren’t such a hard ass, roberta might actually be able to pull a tired-older-lady card with a little self-hugging and a hopeful lilt to bring it home. as it is, she sounds and stands demanding; expectant. ‘ aren’t you gonna offer me a ride? ’

@tireburnt,  sc.

[scriose]

they’re riding the high that only jobs-well-done can provide: adrenaline still pumping and enough amplified mutual respect to drive the conversation. reagan and chris’ chairs needn’t be so close now they’ve mostly gotten work-talk out of their systems, but he finds he doesn’t mind the way they bump knees every once in a while.

and it means that he can steal bites of her appetizer even under the weight of a disapproving stare.

         ‘ --- nuh. ’ he jerks his hand away, fork suddenly beyond her reach. ‘ i earned this. ’

@tireburnt.

[moranument]

starter  for  @tireburnt

❝  okay,  so.  ❞  he’s  leaned  up  against  a  nearby  wall,  peering  over  at  her  and  the  car  she’s  working  on  with  friendly  interest.  one  oxford  shoe  braces  him  up  on  the  brick,  and  his  arms  cross,  hug  his  chest  before  sebastian  continues.  ❝      if  i  were  to,  HYPOTHETICALLY,  introduce  you  to  my  motorcycle       and  i  paid  you,  of  course,  because  what  kind  of  friend  would  i  be  if  i  didn’t       could  you  get  it  working  again ?  ❞

[rollr-blog]

         ‘ i’m gonna hazard a guess --- ’ he gestures at her with his empty-save-for-ice plastic cup, a lazy semi-circle where she’s stained with blood ( ? ). ‘ and say that this wasn’t an aesthetic choice. ’

@tireburnt,  sc.

[scriose]

it’s jarring, to say the least, when introductions to a should-be fully fresh crew start with someone you know. and well. he’s lowered himself into the passenger seat before he notices her, and his demeanor shifts in a blink.

chris knows better than to drop the name she once had him use. they’re alone for the time being, but he’d rather his driver wasn’t shaken, either way.

         ‘ well, fuckin’ fancy meeting you here. ’

@tireburnt.