Spinning My Wheels: One-Shots

Lose the Bet, Pay the Debt

A young Doc was parked outside of Louise's garage, staring at the door. He could not believe he agreed to this. The Hornet should have known better than to make that bet. He knew she was going to do whatever it took to win, but his pride got in the way. Now, he regretted it. Doc sighed in defeat then knocked on the door. Louise answered it, sporting a cocky smirk. Her paint was a sparkling pink, free of decals.

" Now, this doesn't mean anything," Doc stated, firmly. " We're doing this as friends only."

" We'll see about that," Louise teased then scanned the Hornet, raising a windshield. " Your racing paint? Really?"

" I didn't have time to stop by the body art shop," Doc defended then pointed a tire at her. " You were the one who wanted to do this tonight."

Louise let out a frustrated groan, followed by a shudder. She drove passed him.

" Let's get to the restaurant before we lose our table," she muttered, sourly.

Doc chuckled then followed her. Soon, they arrived at the restaurant, which was a couple of towns away from Thomasville. The waitress showed them to their table. Louise went to park next to Doc, but he drove over to the opposite side.

" Uh-uh," he shook a tire and his hood, glaring. " We're doing this as just friends. Remember?"

" Oh, but Hud," Louise pouted, feigning sadness. " You promised you would let me do whatever I wanted to do tonight."

" I promised I would take you out to eat at a nice restaurant," Doc responded, sternly. " Nothing more."

" Eh, was worth a shot," Louise shrugged casually, grinning.

They picked up their menus, reading them. Louise smirked then started tapping one of her tires against Doc's. Doc recoiled then looked up, giving her a suspicious glance. He went back to reading the menu. Louise glanced up, giggling. Doc gave her a serious look then continued doing what he was doing. Soon, the waitress came back, took their orders then drove into the kitchen. Doc watched the waitress leave then turned to Louise. She was staring at him, a dreamy look in her eyes. Doc awkwardly looked away, trying to avoid eye contact. Louise leaned toward him.

" Did anyone ever tell you that you have the most beautiful blue eyes," she asked flirtatiously. " And that grill. I love men with grills. It makes them look robust."

Doc flinched, blushing. Louise snickered then looked him over.

" And that curvy frame of yours is to die for," she continued. " Been working out?"

" I try to stay in top form for the races," Doc stammered, still not looking at her.

" Mhmm," Louise nodded, biting her lip. " Mind if I feel your fenders?"

" I hope you mean where my front tires are," Doc hastily looked up at her, nervous about the answer.

" Of course," Louise stated innocently. " Which fenders did you think I was talking about?"

A half hour later, the waitress came back with their meals. The two ate in silence. However, Louise continued tapping Doc with her tire. Doc sighed, closing his eyes. He recoiled once more. Louise chuckled. When they were done eating, he requested the bill. While they were waiting on the bill, Doc stared at the table. Unfortunately for him, he could feel Louise's gaze on him.

" You're such a gentleman, you know that, Hud," Louise complimented. " The previous men I went on dates with saddled me with the bill or ditched me as soon as they were done eating."

Doc glanced up at her, a look of sympathy in his eyes. Louise had a downcast expression.

" I'm sorry to hear that," he said, sincerely.

The waitress came back with the bill. Doc paid the bill, leaving a tip in the process. Next, the race cars headed back to Thomasville. Soon, they arrived back at Louise's garage. The pink car stopped in front of the door, turning around to face the blue car. She was staring at him, again.

" What," Doc questioned, raising a windshield

" You know, it's custom to kiss your date after you drop her off at home, otherwise you're just being rude," Louise chimed.

" Lou, I'm not doing that," Doc rejected, shaking his hood. " The last thing I want to do is lead you on. How about a hug, instead?"

" I'll take what I can get," Louise tweeted, shrugging.

They hugged then backed away. Doc turned around, leaving. Louise went inside, but kept the door open.

" See you tomorrow, Hud," she hollered as she waved at him then formed a megaphone around her mouth with her tire. " Oh. As far as next week's race goes, loser goes on another date with the winner."

Doc stomped on his brakes, not turning around. Louise put a tire over her mouth, giggling. He continued driving away, shaking his front end.

" Good Ford, junk me now," he whispered under his breath.