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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 20, 2012 7:35:05 GMT -5
Bale stopped and then walked right up on the slightly larger giver. "Let me explain this to you, fuckface. Whoever your maintenance man is has done a shitty job. Your bike was about to fucking die. The payment is what I fucking say it is, or I'll keep it, shitwad. I'm giving it to you cheap because you're Rick's family, but I think I'll charge your ass full price. Oh and, watch who you're talking to before you end up on your ass." Bale snorted, before turning away from the douchebag.
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Post by ode on Jun 20, 2012 16:29:32 GMT -5
Van grabbed the little asshole back and bent down to get in his face. "The only thing saving you from my fist, you little fuck, is the fact that you're a bearer. Now take the fucking lock off so I can inspect MY bike."
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 20, 2012 21:36:26 GMT -5
Bale growled, rearing back and punching the asshole, knocking him flat on his ass. "Grab me again, bastard, and I'll kick your fucking ass. You think I give a fuck if you're a giver? Hit me if you dare bitch, and I'll wreck you! Fuck you and your bike!" Bale growled, kicking the guy in the leg and storming off.
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Post by ode on Jun 20, 2012 21:50:21 GMT -5
Van growled and grabbed the bearer, yanking him in the floor with him before climbing atop to straddle his waist and - after receiving a blow to his face - forcing his hands on either side of his head. He wanted so badly to sock the little fucker one but the disappointment from his father was not something he wished to see. Struggling internally a moment he at last pushed himself away and moved over to his bike and ripped the lock from the tire.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 20, 2012 21:53:09 GMT -5
Bale wanted to rip the guy's face off. "The charge is double, asshole. RICK!" Bale screamed as he stormed off. "HANDLE THIS ASSHOLE. I'M GOING HOME!"
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Post by ode on Jun 20, 2012 21:57:15 GMT -5
Rick came in and immediately saw Bale's appearance and the red mark on Van's face. Raising his eyes to the heavens as if to ask 'why me?' he spoke first to Bale. "I need you to finish the Denis job really quickly," he muttered, the job consisting only of a few spark plugs, "And then you head out. And Van, what the hell - he is a BEARER!"
Van snorted as he yanked his bike from the restraint. "I didn't strike the little piss ant. So save your lectures and calls to my father for another day."
Rick's face flushed red. "Just go pay your fee and go the fuck home."
His cousin's anger didn't bother him, he just snorted and went and did just that.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 20, 2012 21:59:04 GMT -5
"I'll do it tomorrow! I'm fucking pissed!" Bale growled.
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Post by ode on Jun 20, 2012 22:00:36 GMT -5
"It needs to be done now! We have other clients, Bale, and if we do our work when we feel like it nothing ever gets done. He's picking it up in an hour. Go fucking do it," that said, Rick stormed back over to the transport he was working on.
Van smirked at the man as he walked back by having paid the original bill. "Go do your job, underling."
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 20, 2012 22:02:04 GMT -5
Van was soon dodging a monkey wrench. "FUCK OFF!"
Bale growled, before heading to change the damn sparks.
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Post by ode on Jun 20, 2012 22:09:16 GMT -5
Van actually smiled at the man - which surprised him. Humor was something he usually had issues understanding. Shaking it off, he headed home.
The next morning he about wrecked when where he'd ripped the lock off had done something to the back end. "FUCK!" Not bothering with asking Rick, he had the damn thing towed to Rick's shop as he went to work.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 20, 2012 22:13:04 GMT -5
Bale didn't catch the dazzling smile. He was too busy mentally throwing more wrenches at the man and hoping they connected.
The next day, Bale was in rare form. He had repaired two transports and was working on a hover scooter when The Asshole showed up.
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Post by ode on Jun 20, 2012 22:15:07 GMT -5
"Why does the rear end of my bike look the same as it did this morning?" he asked loudly, figuring whichever of the three mechanics - none of which were Rick - that were here would answer. "Why do I pay for express work if I never get it?" the last question was rhetorical, of course.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 20, 2012 22:17:40 GMT -5
"Yo Floyd! Pass me the blowtorch, will ya?" Bale called to his coworker, ignoring the man.
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Post by ode on Jun 20, 2012 22:20:35 GMT -5
Yancy, the new secretary, approached Van with a soft smile. He was why but friendly enough. "I-I'm sorry about your bike, Mister, but Bale will get to it by tomorrow I just know it."
Van snorted, "I don't want that little upstart bastard to touch anything of mine. No doubt it's hid fault the damn thing is out of order an day after I retrieved it."
Yancy didn't know what to say to that. He had NOT been expecting the harsh tone from the handsome man.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 20, 2012 22:23:19 GMT -5
"YOUR BIKE'S FUCKED UP BECAUSE YOU YANKED IT OFF THE MACHINE YOU DUMBASS!" Bale called.
Yancy flushed.
"B'sides," Floyd said wiping his hands on a rag. "Bale's the only one here who knows how to work on Earthling models besides Rick. He custom builds 'em too, and judging by that shiny new engine in that baby, it runs just fine."
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