Chapter 10 - Wheel Well Date: Part 1

Wingo had taken Angel down an old road that lead very far out of Radiator Springs, but as the sky grew darker, and the further away they drove from town, Angel was becoming more and more impatient and suspicious.

"Seriously, Wingo, where are we going?" she finally asked with a sneer.

"What? You mean you've never taken this road before? That's kinda ironic, ain't it, Deputy?" Wingo chuckled mockingly, "no need ta get your worries up, sweetheart. You'll like what I've got planned."

"You better not be making promises your mouth can't keep, Mister. I got my eye on you," Angel warned firmly.

"Well, I've certainly never met a girl who couldn't keep her eyes off me, anyway," Wingo joked with a snarky grin.

"Do you want this date, or not?" Angel hissed with a cold glare.

"I thought you said it wasn't a date," Wingo pointed out innocently, making Angel scrunch up her face in annoyance, which got a good chuckle out of the Gashi Wingo.

"You are gettin' on my last nerve," Angel growled through clenched teeth.

"Oh, calm down. We're already here." It wasn't until then that Angel finally noticed the lights just ahead, as they beautifully lit up a large building; the building was busy with many cars who were also heading out for a fun night, usually only two each at every table.

And as Wingo and Angel drove further into the establishment, they couldn't help but smile at the beautiful marble floors and walls inside, and there was even a bar on the other side of the room.

"How did a road hazard like you know about a nice place like this?" Angel questioned with a smirk.

"I have my ways—so, you do like it?" Wingo replied nonchalantly.

"Yes, I will admit, you know how ta pick 'em, Wingo."

"Good. Then, if you're still up for a little fun, let's get a table already."

"Sounds like a plan ta me." With that, the Gashi Wingo and Lamborghini slowly drove around in search of a lone table, and it wasn't long before they found one outside, provided with an amazing view of the desert landscape, as the sand turned light blue under the moonlight.

"Holy Honda…Wingo, this…this is beautiful," Angel sighed in awe, as she was nearly at a loss for words.

"My lady's fun is all that matters," Wingo sang boastfully.

"Well, that's very sweet, but you've still got a little ways to go before you can be released of your charges," Angel pointed out with a smirk.

"Wait, what? You're helping me get proven not guilty?" Wingo questioned in surprise.

"Well, when a gentleman treats you to a night out, it's the least you can do, right?"

"I rather like that philosophy—but are you sure it's not just 'cause ya love me?"

"Don't push it, Wingo."

Queen and Boost arrived at the Wheel Well much earlier than Wingo and Angel, as the sun was just barely setting over the horizon, and the motel wasn't as busy.

"Well, well, well. You were tellin' the truth when you said this place was nice," Queen admitted in admiration.

"Believe me, it was pretty tempting ta lie and make it sound like a dump," Boost added sarcastically.

"Even so, are we just gonna stand here, or are we gonna get drinkin'?"

"I thought you said you weren't gonna drink that much."

"Yeah, I lied. C'mon!" With that, the Ford Mustang and Kyoku Jitsu hastily headed inside and instantly spotted the bar.

"Hey, bartender, two shots for the lady and I!" Boost called to the light blue little forklift behind the bar, and he said nothing as he quickly them both an ounce of beer, and he slid it down the counter just hard enough for them to stop right in front of them.

"He's got strength for such a little dude," Queen admitted as she and Boost each grabbed their drinks, and she stared longingly at the forklift, but he didn't notice as he was tending to more customers.

"Ya know, if ya wanna screw 'm so bad, you should at least get a room," Boost chuckled darkly before drinking down the whole ounce of beer in one swig, but Queen suddenly slugged him hard in the side, catching him completely off guard and making him spit it back up and cough hysterically.

"Yeah, feel the freezer burn, perv!" Queen mocked.

"Hey, I'm not the one with a 'honk if you're horny' bumper sticker," Boost pointed out.

"What?! I thought I threw that thing out!" It wasn't until Queen heard Boost's evil laughter that she realized he was lying.

"You tricked me," Queen hissed.

"Yeah, I did, and it was pretty funny," Boost admitted while grabbing a few napkins to wipe his mouth, but Queen once again punched his side, only this time not as hard, and she was even smiling while trying to hold back a laugh.

"I gotta admit, for a pain in the bumper, you're actually pretty witty, Boost—don't ever change," Queen complimented with a smirk, and she then drank her shot in one swig.

"Yeah? Well, you're pretty cool too—for a girl."

DJ and Eleanor arrived rather late at the Wheel Well too, shortly after Wingo and Angel, actually.(But they never knew that there others were there.)

"Wow, your mom was right. This place IS nice," DJ admitted while nodding in wonderment of the large and rather beautiful motel.

"Yes, remind me to thank her later—but for now, let's grab a table, shall we?" Eleanor asked with an excited smile.

"We shall," DJ jokingly replied, and the two then started driving around for a table for two. Luckily, it didn't take long for them to find one, just to the right of the motel's main entrance.

"So, what 'cha gonna get?" DJ piped up in hopes of starting a conversation.

"I don't know…maybe a salad or something," Eleanor pondered aloud.

"No, I meant to drink."

"I'm not drinking, DJ."

"Why not?"

"Well, I…I've never actually 'drank' before." DJ couldn't help but feel bad for his friend, as she stared ashamed down at her hood.

"Hey, don't worry, it's not dangerous—I'll be right here," DJ reassured with a smile, as he drove around the table and parked next to the Toyota Innova to comfort her.

"You mean it?" Eleanor questioned sheepishly while blushing.

"Of course. You can trust me—besides, there's a first time for everything. Hey, waiter!" A light blue forklift immediately approached DJ and Eleanor's table when DJ flagged him down, and he pulled out a notepad and pen to await their orders.

"We're ready for some drinks—give us two tequila sunrises, please," DJ informed with a smirk, and the forklift quickly started jotting down their orders.

"Ok, Signore. Io torno subito con le vostre bevande," the forklift informed quickly, but he drove back into the building before they could ask him what he just said.

"What did he say?" Eleanor asked DJ in a hushed voice.

"Non parlo Italiano," DJ replied flatly, but then he and Eleanor suddenly started giggling. But as soon as their laughter died down, the same forklift eventually came back with two tequila sunrises.

"You ready?" DJ asked while grabbing his drink, and using his free tire to push the other closer to Eleanor.

"Not really…I'm nervous," Eleanor informed shakily.

"Oh, c'mon, just one little sip. If ya don't like it, then ya don't have ta finish it. But at least try it." Eleanor's eyes darted between DJ's eyes and the drink before she slowly started reaching for the drink with a shaky tire, and she looked at DJ once more in fear as he smiled at her sincerely.

"Everything'll be fine, I promise."

Eleanor then inhaled and exhaled deeply, and she quickly lifted the glass closer to her lips before she could back out. And then she sipped the tiniest sip—it was tangy with a little sting on her taste buds—but other than that, she had to admit it tasted much better than she expected.

"Well…?" DJ questioned with an expectant smile.

"Ok, ok, I will admit—it is pretty good," Eleanor admitted while rolling her eyes and taking another small sip.

"See? What'd I tell ya? Nothin' bad happened."

"Yes, you did say that—and I'm glad you did. Thank you, DJ."

"Wait? We aren't goin' home yet, are we?" DJ asked with worry.

"Of course not, Silly! Let's have some fun first!" Eleanor chuckled.

"Y'know, I think the tequila's already startin' ta get to ya."

"Oh, be quiet and drink up, DJ." Despite this being a personality that Eleanor never had—which meant it probably was the alcohol talking—DJ could only laugh along with his old and best friend. He wanted nothing more than to be with her after all the time they missed together.

Nyawww:3

It seems the boys are warming up to the girls, especially DJ.(Honestly, DJxEleanor is my favorite couple. They're just so cute! Old friends reuniting after years of misunderstanding! AAAAHHH! CUTENESS OVERLOAD!)

Anyway, this is only part one of the date. Part two may just get a little fluffier;)

Until the next chapter, I'm TRikiD, bye-bye!