The Rocker and the Mechanic - Chapter 2
Rated: T
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Chapter Summary: This handsome gorilla mechanic invites her into his shop and Ash isn't exactly sure what to expect...
Wow, I cannot believe the support I got for only one chapter. You guys are amazing. Hope you continue to enjoy this rampant little plot bunny because it sure is fun to write. ;-p
Upon walking into the door, the tall gorilla switched on a light nearby and the whole garage came to life. Ash flinched at the brightness that suddenly plagued her retinas but it cleared up quickly when the now illuminated garage came into view. Taking only a moment to place her guitar case near the door before looking around what was previously only darkness.
Icy blue eyes took in a large open area with cabinets of tools, multiple boxes open and splaying their contents of materials ranging from unused tarps and new bottles of different fluid for cars. What she believed to be spare vehicle parts littered much of the floor in neat piles separated by type, and tires making a tidy tower against a wall. For all of its initial appearance of nothing more than a cluttered mess, it was actually (and rather surprisingly) quite clean and organized. Continuing with the visual exploration, her eyes landed on her motorcycle; parked beside it were two other cars, one of them with its hood open and appeared to be in the middle of an extensive repair.
Overall, the inside of this shop was well-kept although the smell of gasoline and motor oil wasn't the most pleasant - it wasn't bad either. As dingy and old as this place appeared on the outside, Ash had to admit that it was quite decent - can't judge a book by its cover she supposed...
"Miss? Do you want me to make enough coffee for you?" He suddenly asked and Ash couldn't help but shoot him a bemused expression.
"Huh?" she muttered. The guy's British-ness coming into serious question for she suspected Earl Gray tea and crumpets to be offered…but coffee?
"W-Would you like some coffee? I was gonna make a pot since it seems like it's going to be a long night." he chuckled and she ignored how nice of a laugh he had.
"Uh, sure." she hid behind a casual shrug.
The gorilla flashed her a smile before getting back to where he was indeed scooping coffee grounds into a well-used percolator. She watched him do that for awhile before feeling a bit creepy about it and turned her eyes back to her surroundings.
"Should be ready in a bit. Be sure to help yourself - there's sugar and creamer by the pot…" he gestured and she glanced over to the very tall counters and shot him a rather exasperated look.
"A stool is there too." he finished with a lopsided smile.
Ash peered around him and indeed there was a wooden stool…this guy must deal with clients of all shapes and sizes after all.
"Oh. Cool."
He nodded before heading back to where her motorcycle was parked. Kneeling down a bit and looked as if he was about to start working before he glanced down to his pajama-ish attire.
"Eh, uh, before I can access the damage, I need to go change - so um, if you'll excuse me." he chuckled a bit nervously whilst standing up to leave the room. Yet before he could step outside the room, he turned back and said, "While I'm gone, there's an outlet behind the toaster if you care to charge your phone."
Without even giving him another glance, Ash was moving; pushing the stool and climbing atop to see the vision of her salvation - a working outlet.
"Ugh, thank God." she muttered to herself as she dug her chord and phone out of her leather jacket pockets and plugged in the long-dead device that came to life with a pleasant ping and a green lightening bolt symbol on the once-black screen. Since the phone was a few years, it needed to charge up at least fifteen minutes before she felt safe turning it on again. Accepting the fact she couldn't check it anytime soon, she glanced back over to the garage area and seen the gorilla mechanic was still absent.
Ash's brows furrowed at the strangeness of that - this guy was sure the naive, trusting sort.
Answering his door after midnight to help a complete stranger was way beyond the kindness she was accustomed to. Far more used to being exploited and abused by those she swore loved her; whether it be her ex or so-called "friends" who refused to speak with her since she threw Lance's bitch ass out of their shared apartment and fired him from the band.
More pessimistic side of Ash still wondered if this was somehow just a ruse, that this nice-guy thing was just an act and he was planning some nefarious deeds but she wasn't scared; hand subconsciously tightening around a small pocket knife she kept deep in her skirt pocket. Yet she released it a second later. The guy seemed completely harmless; didn't seem like the type to hurt anybody - rather the opposite by what she'd seen of him thus far but you could never be too careful.
Ignoring the strange feeling that settled in her gut, she climbed down before pushing the stool over to the coffee pot where he'd left two clean cups nearby.
Ash filled it with what she coined 'black gold'; the slightly bitter scent and its promise of caffeine already easing the dull ache in her head. The coffee in the cup was followed by some cream and a generous amount of sugar before she quickly stirred it and brought the porcelain to her black lips. Sweet, hot elixir and it's wisps of steam coiling around her face quickly soothing the remaining chill that echoed across her pelt from the rain outside.
Tilting the cup slightly, the hot liquid slipped into her mouth but before she could swallow, the handsome stranger suddenly reappeared around the corner and what he was wearing had Ash almost choking on the sip of coffee. A uniform that would admittedly not be special on anyone really but the way the blue cotton material hugged the breadth of his broad shoulders, narrow hips, and all the generous amount of muscle in-between was far more alluring than she would ever care to admit. How the fuck could a blue mechanic's uniform look that good?!
…only one thing was certain - it was going to be a LONG night…