Chapter 11 - Wheel Well Date: Part 2
The entire time they spent their date, Wingo and Angel did nothing but have a few drinks along with talking and laughing the night away.
"Wait, wait, wait…you listened to that song for how long?" Angel wheezed between breaths of laughing so hard.
"Ten hours straight friggin' of 'Let it Go', and I am NOT kidding," Wingo replied with a boastful smirk while taking a swig of his beer; Angel had ordered a few shots of rum.
"All because you lost a bet to your little sister?! Are you serious?!"
"Yup. It was either that, or I dress up as Else for a whole day—and there was no way I was wearin' a dress, so…"
"That's ironic considering you're paint job's already obscene."
"How many times do I have ta tell ya? It's art, and I'm proud of it."
"Whatever you say, da Vinci." Angel could only smirk at the bright green and purple Wingo Gashi, as she looked down at her shot of rum and playfully swirled it around in the small glass. "Ya know, Wingo, I'll be honest—you really have managed to show me a good time tonight, and yes, I would've regretted it if I didn't come meet you. So, thanks."
"Aw, c'mon, the night's still young—whaddya say we leave this place, and go ta my place?" Wingo flirted with a wink.
"You mean the Impound Lot? Sorry, but when I look for THAT kind of night with a man, I expect a little more privacy," Angel replied sarcastically.
"Hey, can't blame a guy for tryin'. Besides, I won't be there forever; I'll get my own place, eventually—when are me and the other Tuners gonna be released of this stupid trial, anyway?"
"When I say so—so I'm keepin' my eye on you, Winegrower."
"How do you know my last name?!" Wingo questioned with shock while nearly spitting up his drink.
"What? You think I don't run the license plate of every accused car that drives into Radiator Springs?" Angel mocked with a snarky smile, and she took another swig of rum.
"Well played, Rodriguez—well played," Wingo couldn't help but comment with a grin.
Since they were the first ones there, Queen and Boost were the first ones to leave the Wheel Well for the night; not that it wasn't that late anyway, and it was way passed midnight by the time they even left, anyway.
But like Boost said, he didn't make any promises to himself that he wouldn't end up drunk, and now that he and Queen were heading back to Radiator Springs, he was constantly leaning against and bumping into her with his alcohol-induced nerves.
"Hey…c-can I tell you a secret, Princess?" Boost slurred with a smirk.
"You're lucky you're drunk; otherwise, I'd give you the went worth for callin' me that," Queen growled while not even bothering to look at Boost.
"Well, guess what…'Boost' ain't my real name."
"Yeah, I figured."
"Do ya know my real name?"
"No, and I don't care."
…
"You're such a…buzzkill," Boost burped, breaking the awkward silence.
"Yes, I know how ta ruin a moment. Now, will you please stop leaning on me?" Queen demanded dryly, giving Boost a quick push, but he was so wobbly on his wheels that he nearly flipped over.
"Oh, you're hopeless, Boost. C'mon, we're sleepin' somewhere else tonight." With that, the yellow Ford Mustang grabbed hold of the purple Kyoku Jitsu by the front tire, and she lead him right passed the Impound Lot and further into town.
She didn't even stop until she pulled up to another large lot with comedically large caution cones, and in the center was a larger one-story building with a bright neon sign reading "Cozy Cone Motel."
"This place def'nitely looks betters than that damn fenced in lot," Boost admitted while looking around at the cone-shaped motels in admiration. But Queen had nothing to say to that, as she merely continued to drag Boost with her into the building.
"Hello? Hello?!" Queen called out while approaching the front desk, but when rose a bit on her hydraulics to look behind it, a baby blue 2002 Porsche 911 Carrera suddenly popped out from underneath the desk, startling Queen enough make her accidentally bump into Boost's fender.
"Hey, nice ass, Princess," Boost complimented with a chuckle, and Queen hurriedly drove forward a bit while blushing.
"U-um…right, can I help you?" the blue Porsche cut in politely.
"Yes, could you please give us a room for the night?" Queen quickly replied.
"Of course. Here's the key to cone number fourteen. Enjoy your stay!" With that, Queen took the key from the Porsche, and she once again dragged Boost with her out of the building to look for cone fourteen.
"Fourteen…fourteen…where is it-ah-ha!" Queen thought aloud while slowly driving the cones and scanning the numbers, and she was relieved when she finally found the right one.
"Y'know, fourteen's my lucky number—so whaddya say we both get lucky tonight, huh?" Boost suggested with a seductive grin.
"Ew. No, thanks," Queen sneered and quickly unlocked the door, lifting it open to reveal a rather nice and clean room, for a motel at least, and there were luckily two separate beds.
"The beds themselves are cock blockers? Now, I've seen everything," Boost complained with a pouty face.
"Oh, quit complaining. The sooner you get some sleep, the sooner you can wake up and get that guaranteed hangover over with in the morning," Queen pointed out with a smirk, and she hopped into the bed on the left. And she then pointed a tire at the other bed.
"Fine, as you wish, Your Majesty," Boost mocked while rolling his eyes, and he reluctantly climbed onto the other bed.
Angel eventually convinced Wingo that it was time to head home for the night, but Wingo was very reluctant the whole way back, especially when they arrived at the Impound Lot.
"Well…what a night, huh?" Angel admitted with a happy sigh.
"If ya liked it that much, then it doesn't have ta end yet—if ya catch my drift," Wingo pointed out suggestively while puckering his lips and enclosing the space between their faces. But what he didn't expect was a tire pressed against his lips, and he opened his eyes wide to find Angel staring at him with an unimpressed smirk.
"I don't think so, Winegrower."
"HEY!" a voice snapped as a bright spotlight suddenly blinded Wingo and Angel's eyes, as it was none other than Sheriff shining the light.
"What do you think you're doin' with my niece, you delinquent road hazard?!" Sheriff scolded while glaring daggers at Wingo.
"Nothin'! Jesus, can't a guy show a girl a good time?!" Wingo snapped back.
"You better get in that there Impound Lot before I make ya get in there myself, sonny boy," Sheriff growled deeply while coming face-to-face with the Gashi Wingo, and shining his spotlight directly into his eyes.
"Alright, alright, just get that damn light outta my face, man!" Wingo demanded and quickly backed into the Impound Lot.
"Now, you keep your hair-brained schemes behind this here fence, boy," Sheriff ordered while finally switching his light off, and then he turned around and slowly drove away, "give 'm the boot and lock up for the night, Deputy!"
"Sorry about this, Wingo," Angel whispered with a chuckle, and she reluctantly locked a boot onto his front right wheel.
"You're uncle's an ass, by the way," Wingo grimly pointed out.
"Yes, he is, but just don't get on his bad side, ok?"
"Whatever you say, Deputy."
"Hey, wait!" a familiar voice called, and none other than Snot Rod came speeding up to them, "I didn't miss my curfew did I…hey, where are the others?"
"Who knows? I'm too tired ta look for 'em anyway," Angel simply replied while clamping a parking boot on Snot Rod's front right wheel, who immediately got the message to get into the Impound Lot.
"Goodnight boys—and Wingo?" Angel began while closing the gate and locking it, and Wingo looked at her with curiosity, "thanks again, I had a lot of fun tonight."
Before Wingo could respond, Angel finally turned around and left, leaving Wingo and Snot Rod alone in a long and awkward silence.
"So…I'm guessing you guys had a great date?" Snot Rod guessed, breaking the awkward silence.
"Yeah, actually…it was nice," Wingo replied with a slight blush.
"Aww, that's ni-ah…ah…ah…AH-CHOOO!"
"Oh, great! The entire time you seemed ta have finally gotten rid a' that sneeze, it suddenly comes back when I'm stuck with you!"
After a fun time at the Wheel Well, DJ and Eleanor finally decided to head back to Radiator Springs.
"That was really fun, DJ. Thank you for going to the Wheel Well with me," Eleanor thanked at they slowly approached the now sleepy town.
"Well, how could I say no to my best friend?" DJ questioned nonchalantly, "I should thank you; I never would'a heard of the Wheel Well, otherwise."
"Then I guess it's a win-win, huh?"
"I guess it is." The two old friends stared sincerely into each others' eyes for a moment, but then they stopped and there was a long pause when they came up to the Impound Lot, where Wingo and Snot Rod were already inside, fast asleep.
"I guess this is also goodnight, right?" DJ whispered sadly.
"Well, actually…that's not really true," Eleanor softly protested with a sheepish smile.
"What do ya mean?"
"Well, I…I-I rented put a room for us at the Cozy Cone Motel…to-to spend the night as friends, of course!"
"Oh, no! Just friends, y-yeah! I-I didn't think your were implying anything else!"
"Good, good…then, um…shall we?"
"Yeah, yeah, let's, uh…yeah, let's just go." With that, the Toyota Innova and Reko-Do Spinner awkwardly drove to the Cozy Cone Motel, and Eleanor lead DJ to cone seven.
"Well, here we are," Eleanor sheepishly cheered while pulling out the key to unlock the door, and she then lifted it to reveal a nice and large with a king-sized bed in the middle.
"Uh, oh…" Eleanor whimpered.
"What's wrong?" DJ asked with worry.
"I-I didn't think we'd be sharing a bed."
"What's wrong with that?"
"N-nothing at all! If I had to share a bed with anyone, I'm glad it's with you, DJ…i-it's just that we've been best friends forever, and we've never done anything like this."
"I-I can sleep outside if you want…"
"No, DJ, please, you don't have to do that…look, it's because I care so much."
"Care? About what?"
"About you." DJ was taken back by Eleanor's wards, as she and him locked eyes with surprise; Eleanor didn't even expect those words to come out, and she blushed and closed her eyes tightly in shame.
"I care about you too, Eleanor." Eleanor's eyes snapped open when she was sure she heard what DJ said, and she blushed even more when she saw DJ's sincere smile.
"Y-you do?" she asked meekly.
"Of course. I always have," he replied softly while gently cupping her fender with a tire, bringing their faces closer. And before they knew it, they both moved forward and kissed.
Their actions may have been on accident, but DJ and Eleanor pulled away; they just sank into the kiss with passion. For the longest time, they never knew how they truly felt about each other. But tonight, they finally knew the truth, and they've never been closer together in so long.
AAAHH, IT'S TOO CUTE, EVEN FOR ME, AND I'M THE ONE WRITING ITX3
Anyway, wow! Things are definitely movin' along now, huh? The dates were a success(more or less), and DJ and Eleanor finally kissed! Yay!X3
Also, yes, since the Tuners are a gang and the names we originally know them by are obviously NOT their real names, I took the time to come up with (my own)canon names for them all. So far, we know Wingo's real name: Milo Winegrower, and I hope you guys like it! And don't worry, I'll be revealing the other boys' real names too;)
And one more thing before I go. Yes, I noticed that I've been leaving out Snot Rod's constant sneezing, and I apologize. I will make sure to include more of his comedic sneezing from this point on.
Until the next chapter, I'm TRikiD, bye-bye!