#15 - perfect blue

The sky was a cloudless, perfect blue and Penny was grumbling as she drug the heavy water hose around the corner of the building.

"I don't see why this is necessary, Penny," Sheldon had voiced as she threw the coil of thick green rubber at him, scrambling to check it all. "There is a perfectly acceptable Car wash just around the corner from here."

"Okay, A? I don't have the cash to pay some high schooler to wax my car while he thinks about things other than the Karate Kid."

"I don't get the allus-"

"And B?" Penny soldier onward, "I can wash my own car, my own clothes, and my own self."

"Penny, if you are still feeling insecure about your injury-"

"And I don't need anyone's help." She stomped her way back around the building, spinning the dial on the spigot just a little too forcefully. Hot water rushed out all over the concrete in front of Sheldon as he struggled to wrangle the hose back to being manageable.

"Penny, we're not fighting forest fires!" Penny slipped her flip-flops back on, the combination of the hot water on the scalding concrete burning her heels.

"Just spray the damn car down, Sheldon."

Do you have a bucket, soap, any supplies at all?" Penny cocked her hip to the side and raised an eyebrow at him.

"I don't take criticism from a man wearing Aquaman swim trunks and two tee-shirts in the middle of a California heat wave." Sheldon pursed his lips but directed the water to wet the top of her car. A man walking down the sidewalk beside the apartment's parking lot whistled and blew Penny a kiss. She caught the kiss, slapped it on her ass, and then gave him the finger. She squirted dish soap all over her car.

"Penny!" Sheldon struggled out, staring at her like she had committed an affront on society or physics or gravity.

"What? It says it works on grease!" She grabbed the washcloth and went to work, scrubbing at the layer of California dust and mud on her car while Sheldon rattled something off about synthetic versus organic grease or something, she wasn't even sure what the point was. All she knew? Making him help wash her car for the year was not worth driving him to Comic Con.