In Defense -
Cooter defends Daisy, and Daisy defends Cooter. Just a strange little thing my brain came up with.
Author's Note: I'm still loving the Cooter/Daisy dynamic. And I have found a deplorable lack of Cooter-centric fanfic, and especially Cooter/Daisy fanfic, so now I'm attempting to remedy that.
He couldn't help but overhear his customer as the man talked on one of those newfangled car-telephones on a long cord strung through the open window while Cooter did a quick repair job on the man's fancy car.
But Cooter didn't pay much attention to the jabbering until the man mentioned a pretty waitress he'd just met in the local bar — and it was obvious to any eavesdropper just exactly which waitress he was talking about, especially when the yakker said her first name aloud.
Cooter had spent years hearing other guys talk about Daisy, and normally it didn't bother him too much — but the shockingly disrespectful and ungentlemanly moves this character said he was going to put on her absolutely made his blood boil.
No man on earth was going to take advantage of sweet, innocent Daisy Duke as long as Cooter Davenport was around to stop it!
Calmly he finished up the quick patch job, gave his price and collected payment.
And as soon as the cash was in his left hand, Cooter's right fist connected solidly with the scumbag's nose, sending the creep sprawling backward on the pavement with the livid mechanic hulking over him.
"You'd better keep your paws off Daisy Duke, or you're gonna have two black eyes and a mouth full of missin' teeth to go along with that busted nose."
She'd trained her ears to filter out most of the insignificant chatter in the Boar's Nest as she worked, preferring to keep a finely-tuned ear out for anything pertaining to herself or her family.
So when her ears picked up a female voice referring to Hazzard's beloved local mechanic as just some dumb hick who was tripping over himself to give her a discount after a little calculated flirting, Daisy couldn't help but decide to teach the offensive woman a very well-deserved lesson.
"Honey, you must be talkin' about Cooter Davenport," Daisy interrupted the woman's conversation to her companion, setting down food and drinks. "Ain't he the sweetest? Don't surprise me at all that he gave you a discount — he always does that for the older ladies who remind him of his grandma."
The woman's face turned as ice cold as the beer that was set before her.
With a sweet smile hiding her vindictive streak, Daisy spun on her high heel and turned her back on the woman who glared daggers at it.
She knew she wouldn't get a single penny of tips from that table now — but that was fine, because defending a great guy like Cooter was well worth the sacrifice.
