You Missed a Spot
Scarlett Elizabeth Cooper
Rated: G (K)
Warnings: None, well, Murdock wants to murder Face, figuratively of course but…
Summary: Murdock loses a bet with Face.
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He scrubbed with the cloth in a circular motion, his teeth clenched as he muttered incoherencies. He scrubbed even harder as he moved along the sleek exterior of the smooth painted surface.
"You missed a spot, Murdock," came the smooth voice from behind the newspaper. Murdock muttered again, but moved back to buff the hazy patch he'd missed on his first round.
He straightened up as the sun beat down on his shoulders and he could taste the sweat on his lip. He glared at the newspaper. If he thought it long enough perhaps he could burn a hole right through that paper.
He picked up the container of Turtle Wax and rubbed his cloth against the dry substance and began applying it to the freshly washed surface of the corvette. Murdock shook his head as he pursed his lips. It had been a sucker bet. BA had told him so. He was just so sure he knew he was right and Face was wrong. BA had warned him.
"You're a sucka if you believe that," he'd said. But Murdock wouldn't believe the big ugly mudsucker. He just had to go out on his own and take that bet.
He heard the sound of rattling paper behind him. "Oh, Murdock, you're going to have to move it a bit to the left. The sun's going to be detrimental the wax job up." Murdock walked across the parking lot to the small table that sat next to Face who was lying out in a lounge chair. Murdock snatched up the keys and walked back to the car.
"Make sure you use the window cleaner for the mirrors too," Face commented. Murdock muttered. "And vinyl polish." He added. Murdock stopped his circular patterns and waited. Surely there was something else. "Oh, yes and make sure that you vacuum under the seats as well."
"All right," Murdock threw the cloth in his hand away. "That does it." Face lowered the newspaper and peered at Murdock innocently.
"What?" he asked in a tone that matched his expression.
"You're just going to milk this for all it's worth, aren't you?" Murdock peered at him with his evil look overshadowed by his baseball cap.
"Well, you're the one who took the bet," Face shrugged. Murdock picked up the rag and began the circular pattern still glaring at his friend. He was plotting Face's murder with each stroke.
"Are you done yet?" Face asked after several minutes had passed. Murdock threw the cloth on the pavement. "Just asking," Face held up a hand of apology.
"Yes, I'm done."
"Good," Face folded his newspaper and stood up. "Get in."
"I'll ruin the wax job."
"Don't worry about it."
"I'll put dirt on the carpets."
"Take off your shoes." Murdock complied.
"You too." Face shook his head, but took them off and stored them in the back.
END