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Post by ode on Jun 20, 2012 22:25:15 GMT -5
"I believe," Van said in a matter-of-fact tone, "That the customer is always right. I say I didn't do a damn thing to it. Now do your job and get someone to fix my bike before I sue you for purposely damaging my property." He turned to Floyd then, "Unless you're fixing my bike then mind your own damned business."
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 20, 2012 22:31:56 GMT -5
"We have security cameras everywhere. You can sue, but you'll lose, smartass," Bale snorted, whistling as he worked. "Good bye!"
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Post by ode on Jun 20, 2012 22:34:15 GMT -5
Van snorted and mused aloud, "I really hate that man." That said, he turned to Yancy. "I expect my bike to be finished tomorrow evening. See to it." That said, he was off.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 20, 2012 22:37:06 GMT -5
Bale hummed good naturedly as he finished the scooter.
Once Bale had finished with his other jobs, he turned to the bike, shaking his head. He'd have to build a new muffler. Stupid prick.
The next day, the bike was shined up with two new mufflers on it and a new tire. The chrome on the bike gleamed in the morning sun.
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Post by ode on Jun 20, 2012 22:40:18 GMT -5
Van, however, was nowhere close to coming to get it. Thanks to an tie that was not done properly, the junior engineer that had been shadowing him for the last week dropped the beginnings of a fleet ship engine on his leg which caused pain - which he could feel extremely well - and a rushed trip to the medi-tech followed by his parents hovering over him before he finally got to the shop in ripped up, bloody clothes and broken glasses. Great.
Entering the shop which was about to shut down, he found Yancy and paid before making his way over to his bike. Not bothering to speak to the underling, he surveyed his bike.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 20, 2012 22:42:33 GMT -5
Bale blinked at the guy. "What, did someone finally run you over?" he asked, as he looked at the guy looking like hell warmed over. "Where are they so I can congratulate them?" He asked, looking around.
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Post by ode on Jun 20, 2012 22:45:26 GMT -5
"Go. Fuck. Your. Self." Van said slowly and with emphasis on each word. He felt like he had been run over. You didn't know pain until you're leg got nearly cut off and your penis had gotten partially squashed. "Now release the lock so I can fucking go."
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 20, 2012 22:51:00 GMT -5
Bale laughed. "Nah, I got plenty takers for that." he grinned standing and sauntering over to Yancy.
"Hay Yanc, did fuck-face pay?"
At the jerky nod from the boy, Bale grinned.
"Well Mr. Bloody, thank you for your patronage." he said, unlocking the bike and heading off to his other repairs, tossing the male the keys.
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Post by ode on Jun 20, 2012 22:54:06 GMT -5
Van bared his teeth at the man. He wished he could hurt him. That would certainly make him feel better but, as always, he remembered his father and instead snapped his mouth shut and left the building.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 20, 2012 22:57:32 GMT -5
It was night time before Bale got off work, heading to new apartment. He'd just moved into this building a couple days ago, and still had a shit ton of unpacking to do. He'd been making so much money on repairs and customs, he could afford a nice place, finally.
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Post by ode on Jun 20, 2012 23:02:45 GMT -5
"No. No. NO! What is wrong with you?" Van growled at the junior engineer that had followed him home even as he pushed the half-naked man out the door and into the new tenant across the hall. "Stop trying to seduce me, you damned idiot!"
Greema pouted, not bothering to apologize to whomever it was he bumped in to. "Van, you cannot continue living like a hermit! I can pleasure you and make your nights AND days worthwhile. I know I'm attractive- admit it!"
Van was about to respond when he saw the mechanic from hell observing the scene. The key in the man's hand and the knowledge of a new tenant moving in spoke clearly why his life was cursed. Running a hand over his face, he ignored Bale and focused on the creep in front of him. "Go home and get it through your head that I am not interested."
"How can I? I want you so bad, Van!" he said in what Van supposed was a sultry voice as he ran his hand down his bare chest. "I felt your dick, i know you had a-"
"It's big, not hard," he said matter of factly. "Now leave before you embarrass yourself even more." That said, he slammed the door.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 20, 2012 23:08:01 GMT -5
Bale blinked, watching the scene and cracking up.; "Sure, fate would have that I'd live next to asshole of the year. But the drama is just too good." he chuckled to himself. Ignoring the dirty look from the boy fleeing down the hallway.
He was going to cook some dinner.
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Post by ode on Jun 20, 2012 23:09:54 GMT -5
Van was sitting on the sofa digi-chatting with his father. "The bastard did it again. How am i supposed to be nice to bearers like you said when they insist on trying to rape me?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 20, 2012 23:13:52 GMT -5
Gamma shook his head. "You are a handsome man, Van, and unfortunately there are some bearers who will be rather...persistant, but you still don't hit them."
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Post by ode on Jun 20, 2012 23:17:02 GMT -5
Van made a face. This had been happening since he was 16, men would not just take the hint that he was not interested. He wasn't interested in being around other people and the things they seemed to want from him. "This is the 5th time in a month. What am I supposed to do? I am NOT moving again!" he growled, remembering his last apartment and the two bearers who had tied him to the bed only have his mother, thankfully, burst inside and save him.
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