"And we danced, and we cried, and we laughed, and had a really really really good time. Take my hand, let's have a blast and remember this moment for the rest of our lives. Our lives, our lives, our lives, our lives. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight! 'Cause tonight's the night. Am I right? Dance!" singing horribly off-tune, Saffron bobbed side to side. Periodically, he-as in the car-would change the station when she started that manner of singing. Ended with her mumbling 'everyone's a critic.'
It was, once again, the weekend and they were at the Solace shop. Mick and agreed to come help Saffron clean up Bumblebee. He had no other life. "You sound like a dying cat." before mentioned male snorted, leaning against the doorway that led into the main office. Luckily, beside the two, Henry was the only other one inside that day. The older man had some paperwork he needed to do and papers to scan.
"Suck it, jealous ass." she stuck her tongue out and he rolled her eyes. "Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Get on it! I just wanna dance with you, I just wanna dance with you, c'mon. Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Get on it! I just wanna dance with you, I just wanna dance with you!" the radio shut off completely this time. "C'mon Bee! My singing is not that horrible!" she pouted. Her answer, a whine of gears. "Don't mock me!" "Ronnie, the computer's doing...that thing again!" Henry called from his office.
"I will never understand how that man is so computer illiterate." Saffron mumbled to herself. Mick heard, shrugging. He didn't know why either, since he wasn't like that with computers. Sure, he's no Saffron but it doesn't shit on him every time he tries doing something. "I'm coming!" she disappeared into the other room.
"She should start charging him." Mick muttered, moving toward the table to grab the sander. It had an extension cord, so that it could reach the car at any spot. "Hope you're ready for this, Bee." ...oh great, now he's talking to the car like the brunette. Shaking his head, he turned on the machine and began the process of sanding the hood...basically, the entire car over. Stopping a moment, he looked toward where the office was, pass the wall. Slowly, he inched toward the table and quickly, before Saffron could reenter, changed the music. She had a radar for stuff like that, it seemed.
It changed from Macklemore to D4L, Laffy Taffy. Head bobbing, he went back to work. Occasionally, he would swing his hips side to side or did a little side step move. It was what Saffron walked in on, doing his verison of the electric slide. "Shake your home fries, babe!" she whooped. Looking over his shoulder, a grin suddenly flared to life and be broke off from the car. As the beat continued, he moved toward her and wrapped an arm around her waist. One of her arms draped his shoulder, the other at her side. They danced along, looking more then just friends to any outsiders. But really, how else was on to dance to The Ying Yang twins, and the lyrics 'Fuck til the bed break. Fuck til your pussy ache.' was playing in the background.
After another moment, they dissolved into laughter. She staggered back, using the wall for support and he using her for the same. "Sometimes, it's easy to forget your gay, when you move like that."
"Eh, you know what they say about guys that can dance." he shrugged.
"I am so gonna ask your next boyfriend if you're a tiger in the sack. I bet you are." she eyed him then giggled. "C'mon, boy toy, let's get this finished. The faster we sand'im, the faster we paint'im and the faster he'll be able to strut his stuff."
"You still insist he's alive?" he asked, amused.
"Not alive, possessed." she corrected, pointing at him. "So, I was thinking a canary yellow?"
"No way. Do sunshine yellow." he shook his head.
"But that's so...cliche!" she moaned before gasping and snapping her fingers. "Black with yellow racing stripes!"
"His name is Bumblebee...you think bee, you think yellow and black."
"No, I think black with yellow stripes...like a bee. That's what I'm going to do!"
"Whatever, your car, your money."
"You just jealous."
"Over what?!"
"My rad car, bitch!"
They glared at one another a moment before launching themselves forward. They met in the middle, wrestling on the floor and getting more dirty then what they were. Henry came in half way through the fight, watching amused and crossed his arms. In the end, Mick won, sitting on her back, while she panted. "You two done with your little lovers spat?" yes he knew his son was gay. No it didn't bother him, like it did the others of their family. Mick was his blood, no matter who he fell in love with. But that didn't mean he didn't tease them about their 'relationship'.
"Yah, I ain't had my Mick-bitch fit lately. Needed to get that out my system." Saffron bucked the blonde off her, after he popped her in the back of her head because of her comment.
"You two can paint Bee later, I want to do a couple test. Also thinking about flushing his radiator."
"Right-oh, daddy-o." she turned to the mustang, putting a hand on his hood. "Worry not, sweet little Bumblebee. You are in good hands."
"Go get lunch or something." waving the girl off, he tossed a set of keys at Mick. "Don't come back for at least an hour."
"Gawd, so pushy." the two muttered, frowning as he pushed them outside. "Alright old man! Take good care of Bee."
"Yah, yah, yah!" the door closed in their faces. Blinking, she looked the blonde and cocked a brow. "Why do I get the feeling he's planning something?"
'Cause he's a sneak." Mick agreed then shrugged and dragged her toward the old pickup. "Lunch!"
Exactly four hours later, the friends rolled back into the shop. None the more suspicious. After all, it was normal for Henry to call them while they were already out to do this and that. "Hardy-har-har." Saffron punched Mick in the shoulder and climbed out of the mustang. "So fucking funny, forgot to laugh."
"Funny...could've sworn that was what you just did." he shot back.
"Go screw yourself with the blunt end of a hammer." Bumblebee sputtered from behind.
"Ouch, not my forte, darling."
"Ewwwww, Mick." nose wrinkled in disdain, causing the male teen to laugh.
"Hey guys!" Henry met them at the door, grinning.
"Hey dad/papa Solace!" they greeted back and Saffron lifted a white, greasy bag. "Brought ya lunch." and tossed said bag toward him.
"Hmmm mmmm, artery clogging food." licking his lips, he pulled a fat burger from it's depth and bit into it. A moan left him at the taste. "I love Ray's Burgers." he muttered.
"They are damn good."
"Hun, I need your experienced fingers in my office again." Henry said from the blue.
"Dude, that sounds so wrong." the brunette made a face.
"Shush and go fix my computer." he swatted at her arm as she passed him.
"I ban you from the computer, from now on!" her voice floated back to the two males.
Rolling his eyes, Henry turned to Mick and grinned. "We're almost done." making a gesture for his son to follow, they headed toward the shop floor. A couple of the other guys were there, all who worked for Henry. On the lift was a shinny black mustang with sunshine yellow stripes. Mick's mouth dropped open in awe. Damn they work quick. "Think she'll like it?"
"I think she's gonna glomp you all." he muttered.
"Henry?! What the hell did you do to the computer?!" Saffron shouted, sounding completely perplexed at whatever she was staring at.
"...I don't know!" he replied, looking back at the guys as they finished the oil change and filter change. They stood back, looking it over completely then nodded toward father and son. "Nevermind the computer for now, come here for a second!" the car was brought back to the floor, just as the curly haired girl entered the room.
Mick was right. Upon entering the room, she stopped at seeing the newly sanded and painted Mustang. She just stared a moment, before glancing to a grinning Henry. He nodded, all the guys-including her best friend-shouting 'SURPRISE!' with arms wide. Then came the screaming. It was loud, echoing off the shop walls. She promptly glomped all the males present and lastly the car. She showered the hood with love. So much, she swore it grew warm and shivered.
"He. Looks. Awesome!" she proceeded to circle the car and look everything little thing over. No more dents. Faded paint. Chips. Nothing. It looked completely new. The shinny paintjob. The new tires. Black spokes with chrome caps. Even new, black with yellow designs, handles. On the hood, custom desgined, was a male bee, one arm flexing with the other clutched a machine gun. A smoking cigar hung out of one side of his mouth. Saffron giggled at seeing it, insistantly loving the decal and reached out to trace the edge. "Oh look at you Bee, so handsome." she whispered now, running a hand over the trunk. He shuttered.
"We changed the oil, replaced belts or any rusted bolts. Flushed the radiator. Put some of that fuel injector in there. Need to drive'im about thirty minutes to an hour, get it lubed into his system pretty good."
"Right on...did he behave?"
"...sure." Henry shook his head. "Though, we might need to look at his wiring later. He would occassionally shutter and roll back when we were doing things under the hood." he stroked his chin in thought.
"Bee's possessed, dad." Mick gave him a pointed look, nodding toward Saffron when he looked.
"He is! how else does he answer me?" she pouted.
"Nobody's perfect, uh. Nobodies perfect, a, a, uh, but your perfect for me."
Saffron shot both men a smug look when the music came from the cars speakers. Mick rolled his eyes but Henry cocked a brow. "Alright, alright...I'll go run him ragged for a bit." she glanced to Mick, silently asking if he was coming.
"I'll stay here. This is a time for car and owner to bond."
"...you are so weird." he shot her a look, swinging lazily. She ducked, giggling and smacked his rear. "Thanks guys, I appreciate this." this time, she was genuine, her tone soft.
"Anything for our Ronnie!" suddenly, she was encased in a group hug with men.
"Ewwwww, sweaty men!" wiggling free, she ran toward the car, hopping inside. "Alright, alright. I'll hit you up later Mick. You to guys. I think this deserves a home cooked lunch." they all cheered at the thought of a Saffron-cooked meal. She definitely got her cooking skills for her mother.
"Call me if anything is wrong!" Henry called out.
"Will do, papa Solace!" waving, she pulled out of the shop with a hum and started down the road. "Where to go, where to go?" she had an hour, basically, to blow.
"Just shut and drive." blasted over the radio.
Saffron giggled. "Well, I guess I know your choice. Just drive." and that was what she did.