Rings
"Tobias Curtis! Are you joking right now, I asked you to pick up the new set of piston rings from the garage. You literally had to go past the garage to get to the bottle shop. But once again alcohol is more important. I guess I'll have to get them myself, AS USUAL" Toby had barely been in the apartment a few minutes before Happy began yelling. He placed the carton of beer on the kitchen bench and kissed the greasy mechanic on her forehead.
"Oh would you calm down for a second." Toby shifted the carton of beer to reveal a small package with the address of the garage printed on the front. "I got the rings before I got the booze, chill out" Toby flicked the package to Happy and pulled out two beers.
"Sorry." Happy mumbled and kissed Toby "thank you" she whispered to him as she left to her makeshift workshop – really just a spare room that Happy was putting together another engine in – to replace the piston rings. "Hey…Toby…you um…what's this?" Happy called out as she opened the package. A small silver ring landed in her lap.
"You're a genius and you can't recognize an engagement ring?" Toby grinned from the doorway, "Huh, maybe I'm actually the smarter of the two of us. I like it so I'm gonna put a ring on it"
"Not a chance in hell... Was that a fucking pun?" Happy laughed and walked across the room to Toby.
"Not a chance in hell that you're going to marry me? Or not a chance in hell that I'm quite obviously the smarter of the two of us?" Toby asked as he pulled Happy to him, she giggled as she wrapped her tiny leg around his waist.
"Not a chance in hell that you're smarter than me" she kissed his lips roughly and laughed at the slow reaction he had to her comment.
"So wait, you… we… are we?" Toby asked in shock.
"So I have to spell it out? I'm definitely the smarter" she winked at him as he slipped the silver ring onto her finger.