By Morning 2004
I do not own the BMFM and use them only for entertainment purposes only.
The garage was filled with the normal banter that followed a good trashing of Limburger tower. Vinnie going on about how they couldn't have done a thing without his magnificent riding skills. Modo fussing over the few dents made in the body of his precious machine and how Limburger's goons would pay for each one the next time they met. Throttle never saying much, but contemplating what went wrong and how they could do more, faster, when they inevitably would have to deal with Limburger again.
His attention was however divided between that and watching Charley out of the side of his shades. Vinnie stopped his boosting long enough to walk over and nudge Modo pointing his attention to their leader and smirk at Throttle's lame attempt not to show his growing interest in their human friend.
"That guy is pitiful. All this fuss over hookin' up with a babe? Why all the drama, as soon as Carbine kicked him to the curb he shoulda brushed off the dust and check out what Charley girl had to offer. Especially since I paved the way for him."
"Everybody doesn't have your expertise in handling woman, bro." Modo sarcastically answered.
Charley, who was in the mist of checking her own bike, shook her head amused not unaware that she was the subject of conversation nor was she ignorant to the attention Throttle tried so hard not to let her see. Men, they are as subtle as a Mack truck She had to sigh frustrated that Throttle was keeping such a distance between them. There were no hard feelings toward Carbine although the way she ended their relationship could have been done with a little more compassion. And Throttle's reaction was more, one of relief, then heartbreak. She debated whether to initiate moving their friendship to something more, but since he wasn't actually making any definite moves maybe she shouldn't push it. Her reflective thoughts were interrupted when a horn blowing was heard coming just outside the garage door.
"I'll check out who that is." Charley wiped her hands and went outside.
Pulled up near the closed door was a sleek, shinning, black sports car. She stood at a distance and a young man emerge from inside. He stood smiling an enchanting smile and walked up to her holding his hand out in a friendly gesture.
"Hi. I hope you don't mind but I'm having a little car trouble. I saw your sign and I was hoping that someone might be able to help me out."
"Pop your hood and turn the motor back on and I'll see what's going on."
"Sure," He sat back in the car and did as she asked.
Charley heard a slight knocking and looked at the running motor," She fiddled around a bit and lowered the hood signaling for him to turn the car off.
He stepped back out of the car and walked up close to her looking down into the motor, "Is it serious?"
"Nah, you just need a little adjusting and you'll be fine. It will only take me a few minutes if you don't mind waiting."
"I've got all the time you need." The tone of his voice and the twinkle in his eyes made Charley want to blush and giggle like she was twelve.
Meanwhile, the guys watched from behind the shaded window just inside the garage. "Wow, check out that sweet piece of machinery. That guy must be loaded." Vinnie said admiringly.
Throttle wasn't interested in the fancy car. He was more interested in the way the driver seem to be admiring, Charley.
Charley came back inside and picked up her tool chest and hurried back out to repair the young mans car. After tinkering for less then ten minutes his motor was purring like a kitten.
"There you go. She shouldn't give you anymore trouble"
"Thanks you saved my life. How much do I owe you?"
"It wasn't anything major, no charge."
"I can't believe it, your beautiful and honest. Would you at least let me buy you dinner? I'm here on business and don't know anyone."
Charley looked at him biting her lip, not sure if she should. He was very attractive with his striking gray eyes, thick wavy hair and deep olive completion. The impeccable way he was dressed didn't hurt either.
"I'm not a serial killer, I promise and I'll bring you back home at a reasonable hour, what do you say?" He took her hand and had the cutest imploring expression on his face.
It had been so long since she had gone out. To just have a quiet dinner and maybe even talk about something other then, land stealing aliens, hot dogs and motorcycles.
"Alright, I'd love too. By the way do you have a name?"
"Sorry, it's Solomon Sterilite and you are…?
"Charlene Davidson, but you can just call me, Charley."
"Sweet name for a very sweet young lady. Will eight o'clock be okay?"
"Yes, that would be just fine."
"Great, I'll see you then." He squeezed her hand a little harder and got into his car and was gone.
Charley smiled whimsically while putting her tools back in the chest then walked back into the garage. She stopped short seeing the guys staring at her as she came in.
"You sure it's safe for you to go out with this guys, Charley girl, you don't even know him?" Modo said, worried about Charley's over all safety.
"Yeah. How do you know he's not a plant sent here by Limburger to try and get to us?" Vinnie added.
"Please Vincent. Everybody on Earth doesn't work for Plutark. Why couldn't it just be he finds me attractive? That this is just a normal guy wanting to take me out because he's actually interested in being with me?" Charley glared at him while cleaning up her hands.
Throttle had walked away and started to work on his bike not making any comment about Charley's encounter one way or the other.
She walked over and stood by him for a second then asked, "Don't tell me you have nothing to add?"
She wasn't quite sure of what she wanted him to say. Maybe if he at least objected a little or said something about how he felt, she might not go.
"You're a grown woman, Charley. It's not my place to say who you do or don't go out with." He never looked at her, just acted like his bike was more important than anything that had to do with the subject at hand.
"Yes, I am and you are right, you don't." Charley's voice turn cold and she threw the rag down at his feet and huffed up to her bedroom.
Once she was out of sight Vinnie turned to Throttle, "What's the matter with you, man. Why didn't you say you didn't want her goin' out with that guy?"
Throttle picked up Charley's cloth and rubbed it between his fingers before standing. He looked over at Vinnie, "Like I said, it's not my place."
Vinnie started to say something else, but Modo gave him a warning glance and he shrugged and went to give his bike a once over.
He shook his head and walked over to Throttle, "You know she was hopin' you say somethin' makin' her not go."
"Yeah I know," Throttle threw the cloth to the floor. Fortunately it was a soft object or there would have been a gapping whole where it landed.
"Stay outta sight, but make sure this guy isn't a Limburger plant."
"Sure, bro. I'll take care of it." Modo grabbed Throttle's shoulder giving him an understanding shake.
Nothing further needed to be said. Throttle placed his helmet on and left out of the garage in such a rush Vinnie almost didn't get the door up before he could crash through it.
"I know it's nothin I did." Vinnie looked innocently at Modo not sure of what had just happened.
"It's not you this time, Vin. Making the right choice isn't always easy." Modo glanced sadly up toward the sound of Charley moving over their heads.
Some hours past and Throttle was still gone. Charley had heard when he left knowing the sound of each of the guy's bikes by heart. She tried not to think of what he said or the non- caring way he said it. A long warm soak in a tub full of relaxing floral smelling bubble bath did wonders for her state mind not to mention the sweet smell it left clinging to her renewed pedal soft skin.
Her selection of what to wear was limited but she was going to find the most feminine dress she had. The black sheer evening dress she worn to one of the Mayor's charity dinners would fit the bill nicely along with the 6 inch heel black pumps with the ankle straps and rhinestones.
She took out the make-up set that was rarely used and did her face up with just the right amount of glamour. Her hair was conditioned and curled to lay full down her back and lightly surround her face.
Everything in place she walked to the top of the stairs and stopped taking a breath before slowly walking down. Modo and Vinnie almost fell over when they looked up and saw her.
"Whoa, Charley you're a major babe!!" Vinnie comment with his eyes ready to pop out and his mouth barely controlling the drool.
Modo walked over and took her hand kissing it gallantly, "You look like a dream Charley ma'am."
She smiled shyly, "Thanks, guys. I just hope I remember how to walk in these things without breaking my neck."
Inside she was sort of hoping that Throttle would see her, but he was nowhere to be found. She wouldn't let it ruin her evening. She was going to enjoy Solomon's company and the evening out. The sound of his car pulling up outside made her take another breath and pull her shawl more securely around her shoulders.
"Well here goes nothing." She gave the guys a parting glance and went to meet him outside.
Solomon stepped out of the car, again dressed like a model straight out of a men's fashion magazine and carrying a large bouquet of white roses, "I have seen some beautiful woman in my time, but you have got to be the most exquisite thing I've ever laid my eyes on."
Charley took the flowers and blushed gratefully, "Thank you and the flowers are so beautiful."
"They can't hold a candle to you, dear lady. She'll we go?" He walked her around to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for her. He held out his hand assisting her in getting comfortably seated.
Charley watched until he was seated behind the wheel and was more than delighted she had decided to go out with him. Plutark, Mars and anything that had to do with either one of them was taking a back seat tonight.
To Be Continued….