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ax_mainWynonna and Scott check out his bike.
The number of times in the past couple of weeks Wynonna had found herself aimlessly wandering around the mansion was kind of ridiculous. Sometimes, much as she liked Sparky, she just had to have some alone time, ya know? Alone time kind of sucked without her best friend Jack Daniels with her, but she was making do.
She still didn't know that many people though, so when she spotted tall, dark, and handsome (TDH) in a hallway, she figured she should probably make an effort, lest this turn into Purgatory High 2.0.
Calling out to TDH, she leaned against the wall nearest to her, "Hey there."
Scott cocked an eyebrow at the greeting. One of the newer students, Earp of he wasn't mistaken, lounging against the wall like she owned the place.
Well, she was objectively pretty, she'd probably been made to feel like she owned a great many places.
"Hey," he returned as he drew closer.
"Nice shades," Wynonna commented now that he was fully facing her. "Red lenses are a pretty bold look, but you're pulling it off."
"That's me. Bold," Scott said, voice bone dry. She'd had class with him, and he doubted she even knew his name, which spoke to how untrue that statement was. He smirked, "I was aiming for incognito movie star, did I make it?"
Sarcasm was one language Wynonna actually spoke. "Mad respect--I'm sorry I didn't recognize you Mr. Pitt." Now that she actually thought about it, TDH looked a little familiar. Was he in one of her classes?
Goes to show how much she paid attention in class. Damn, could she flunk out of this school?
"I accept apologies in money or pizza form," Scott said imperiously.
"Unfortunately I have neither, but I have to say I like your style," Wynonna answered with a shrug. Then, feeling a little stupid she didn't know the dude's name, she added, "My memory is shit--who should I be sending this pizza to, if I could get one?"
"Scott," he replied. "Summers. And you're Earp, right?"
"My stage name is Aprodite," Wynonna only half joked. Deciding to actually introduce herself, lest she forever be just an Earp, she added, "But you can call me Wynonna. Earp works too, I guess. So, Summers, what's your take on this place?"
"My take on it is that we're lucky to be here. A lot of worse places we could've ended up," Scott said, shrugging. "Why, Earp, what's your take?"
"Not a bad take. I've been worse places," Wynonna couldn't help but agree. "Hell I grew up in a place called Purgatory."
Scott cocked an eyebrow. "There's a place actually called Purgatory?" He smirked. "I mean, I'm from Omaha, and I figured that was actual Purgatory. Didn't even know there was some other town claiming the honor."
"Yessiree, good ol' Purgatory is my home," Wynonna answered with a sardonic grin, giving a mock salute st the beginning.
"I mean, Omaha sounds like a close second, but I think we take the cake."
"I'll take your word on it," Scott assured her. "So how'd you escape Purgatory to come to the Island of Misfit Toys?"
"Well this toy was already long broke," Wynonna joked, gesturing to herself. "I was traveling around with some...less than savory folks. Heard on the street about your guys' boy band and figured I'd give it a shot."
"Just like that, huh?" Scott asked.
"Not like I had any better offers," she shrugged.
He shrugged right back. "Same here."
"Well aren't we a sad pair," Wynonna commented dryly. "So what do you do around here for fun? I mean you have heard of it before right-fun?"
"I think I read about fun in a book once," he said, deadpan. "I guess it depends on what you like to do. What're you looking for?"
"You read?" Wynonna asked with fake shock. "You know, your regular every day fun. Taco places, motorcycles, and revenge, natch."
"Sometimes," he admitted with a smirk. "Tacos you can get in town, it's a bring your own bike sort of place, and the revenge sounds like a more private activity."
Wynonna gave a shrug to the revenge comment, and instead responded, "You got a bike?"
"I do. I'm not good at sharing, though. Missed those lessons in kindergarten." Scott said.
"You? Missed school? Hold the phone," Wynonna said with a grin and a chuckle. "Okay, okay, message received. But I do want to see the old gal."
God, Wynonna would do just about anything to get her hands on a bike again. She'd have to see if Curtis or Shorty'd let her have one of theirs.
"Well, she's in the garage if you want the scenic tour," Scott offered.
"Summers, I want the scenic, VIP, backstage tour," Wynonna told him seriously. "Sexy beasts need appreciation, you know?"
He smirked, "for both of our sakes, I'm going to assume you're talking about the bike. But sure. You want to go now, or just putting in your bid for some other time?"
What else would I be talking about?" She asked with a smirk, pushing off the wall. "And yes I want to see it now! I don't like teases."
And she had the patience of a toddler. That too.
Scott gestured for her to follow him, and then headed down the hall the way he'd come, back towards his second home, the garage. "So bikes? Or cars, too?" He asked. Some people were gear-heads, like him, and others had more specific and limited interest in one or two machines.
"Mostly bikes, but it depends on the car," Wynonna admitted. "I was in a biker gan--er, group for a little bit, so I'm just more familiar with 'em. Trucks were the fanciest cars around most of Purgatory."
Scott caught the slight slip, but didn't comment on it. He didn't want people prying into his past, so he wasn't inclined to go directly at anyone else to demand their background either. If it became relevant, he'd do what he needed to do, and if it didn't, he was private enough to respect other people's privacy. "Gotta admit, never been a truck guy."
"Probably for the best--you know what they say about a guy with a big car," Wynonna joked as she followed him, grateful he didn't ask about the Banditos. No reason for her to become a social pariah here as well.
Scott just smirked. He pushed the door to the garage open, and gestured for her to head in. "After you."
"Hello gorgeous," Wynonna breathed, zooming in on a beautiful bike and walking straight towards it. "Where have you been all my life?"
"Until a couple months ago, under a sheet, completely inoperative." Scott said. He'd rescued her with a lot of scavenging, bartering, and elbow grease. Now she ran, but he wasn't done quite yet. Assuming he would ever be done.
Wynonna practically purred as she ran her hand over the body of the bike. She didn't even look up at Scott for a moment, eyes glued to her. "And does she run now?"
He grinned. "Fuck yes."
"Fuck your no sharing rule, she's beautiful. Pleeeeease tell me you'll let me ride her at least once," Wynonna practically begged, turning to look at Scott with glee evident on her face. Damn she had forgotten how good it felt to actually look forward to something.
It felt good to have his work appreciated, to be sure. And Scott couldn't fault her her excitement; the bike was beautiful. In Earp's place, he'd be (almost) as willing to beg. On the flipside, his bike was special. He had very little that was his, let alone that he'd poured this much of himself into. He wasn't in a real hurry to let anyone else ride her. "We'll see." He said evenly.
"That sounds like a maybe--and I can work with maybes," Wynonna responded, flashing him a grin. She didn't blame him. If she had a bike this awesome, hell no would she let other people ride it. She'd have to see what she could work out with him.
Not that he looked like he needed to work out. Jesus Wynonna, down girl. Focus on the bikes, not the guy. Pulling herself away from the masterpiece, she asked, "What else have you got down here?"
"Me personally? Not much," he admitted. He wasn't a Worthington or a Shaw, after all.
"Well, for lack of inventory, you sure do have the best in show," Wynonna responded, glancing back at the bike longingly. That was it, she was gonna have to send Shorty a private message about how she needed a bike to fit in at this school, or something like that.
He grinned. "She definitely is that. The school has some decent cars, though. And fuck all knows what the rich kids are bringing with them." If he had unlimited money, Scott knew he would have the best cars on the market, that was for sure.
Wynonna took it based on that statement that Scott was not one of the rich kids, which she could more than appreciate. The Homestead had electricity and running water, but that was pushing the envelope. "Hopefully shiny things they are willing to share."
Scott smirked. "Or that they won't notice are missing."
"I like that spirit, Summers," Wynonna responded with her own grin. She was more than willing to help, ah, re-appropriate some toys for a little while.
He grinned back and offered her a handshake. "I'll let you know if anything good comes in that we play with."
Wynonna eyed his hand (seriously, what teenager offered a handshake?) and very mock seriously shook it. "Sounds like a deal."
The number of times in the past couple of weeks Wynonna had found herself aimlessly wandering around the mansion was kind of ridiculous. Sometimes, much as she liked Sparky, she just had to have some alone time, ya know? Alone time kind of sucked without her best friend Jack Daniels with her, but she was making do.
She still didn't know that many people though, so when she spotted tall, dark, and handsome (TDH) in a hallway, she figured she should probably make an effort, lest this turn into Purgatory High 2.0.
Calling out to TDH, she leaned against the wall nearest to her, "Hey there."
Scott cocked an eyebrow at the greeting. One of the newer students, Earp of he wasn't mistaken, lounging against the wall like she owned the place.
Well, she was objectively pretty, she'd probably been made to feel like she owned a great many places.
"Hey," he returned as he drew closer.
"Nice shades," Wynonna commented now that he was fully facing her. "Red lenses are a pretty bold look, but you're pulling it off."
"That's me. Bold," Scott said, voice bone dry. She'd had class with him, and he doubted she even knew his name, which spoke to how untrue that statement was. He smirked, "I was aiming for incognito movie star, did I make it?"
Sarcasm was one language Wynonna actually spoke. "Mad respect--I'm sorry I didn't recognize you Mr. Pitt." Now that she actually thought about it, TDH looked a little familiar. Was he in one of her classes?
Goes to show how much she paid attention in class. Damn, could she flunk out of this school?
"I accept apologies in money or pizza form," Scott said imperiously.
"Unfortunately I have neither, but I have to say I like your style," Wynonna answered with a shrug. Then, feeling a little stupid she didn't know the dude's name, she added, "My memory is shit--who should I be sending this pizza to, if I could get one?"
"Scott," he replied. "Summers. And you're Earp, right?"
"My stage name is Aprodite," Wynonna only half joked. Deciding to actually introduce herself, lest she forever be just an Earp, she added, "But you can call me Wynonna. Earp works too, I guess. So, Summers, what's your take on this place?"
"My take on it is that we're lucky to be here. A lot of worse places we could've ended up," Scott said, shrugging. "Why, Earp, what's your take?"
"Not a bad take. I've been worse places," Wynonna couldn't help but agree. "Hell I grew up in a place called Purgatory."
Scott cocked an eyebrow. "There's a place actually called Purgatory?" He smirked. "I mean, I'm from Omaha, and I figured that was actual Purgatory. Didn't even know there was some other town claiming the honor."
"Yessiree, good ol' Purgatory is my home," Wynonna answered with a sardonic grin, giving a mock salute st the beginning.
"I mean, Omaha sounds like a close second, but I think we take the cake."
"I'll take your word on it," Scott assured her. "So how'd you escape Purgatory to come to the Island of Misfit Toys?"
"Well this toy was already long broke," Wynonna joked, gesturing to herself. "I was traveling around with some...less than savory folks. Heard on the street about your guys' boy band and figured I'd give it a shot."
"Just like that, huh?" Scott asked.
"Not like I had any better offers," she shrugged.
He shrugged right back. "Same here."
"Well aren't we a sad pair," Wynonna commented dryly. "So what do you do around here for fun? I mean you have heard of it before right-fun?"
"I think I read about fun in a book once," he said, deadpan. "I guess it depends on what you like to do. What're you looking for?"
"You read?" Wynonna asked with fake shock. "You know, your regular every day fun. Taco places, motorcycles, and revenge, natch."
"Sometimes," he admitted with a smirk. "Tacos you can get in town, it's a bring your own bike sort of place, and the revenge sounds like a more private activity."
Wynonna gave a shrug to the revenge comment, and instead responded, "You got a bike?"
"I do. I'm not good at sharing, though. Missed those lessons in kindergarten." Scott said.
"You? Missed school? Hold the phone," Wynonna said with a grin and a chuckle. "Okay, okay, message received. But I do want to see the old gal."
God, Wynonna would do just about anything to get her hands on a bike again. She'd have to see if Curtis or Shorty'd let her have one of theirs.
"Well, she's in the garage if you want the scenic tour," Scott offered.
"Summers, I want the scenic, VIP, backstage tour," Wynonna told him seriously. "Sexy beasts need appreciation, you know?"
He smirked, "for both of our sakes, I'm going to assume you're talking about the bike. But sure. You want to go now, or just putting in your bid for some other time?"
What else would I be talking about?" She asked with a smirk, pushing off the wall. "And yes I want to see it now! I don't like teases."
And she had the patience of a toddler. That too.
Scott gestured for her to follow him, and then headed down the hall the way he'd come, back towards his second home, the garage. "So bikes? Or cars, too?" He asked. Some people were gear-heads, like him, and others had more specific and limited interest in one or two machines.
"Mostly bikes, but it depends on the car," Wynonna admitted. "I was in a biker gan--er, group for a little bit, so I'm just more familiar with 'em. Trucks were the fanciest cars around most of Purgatory."
Scott caught the slight slip, but didn't comment on it. He didn't want people prying into his past, so he wasn't inclined to go directly at anyone else to demand their background either. If it became relevant, he'd do what he needed to do, and if it didn't, he was private enough to respect other people's privacy. "Gotta admit, never been a truck guy."
"Probably for the best--you know what they say about a guy with a big car," Wynonna joked as she followed him, grateful he didn't ask about the Banditos. No reason for her to become a social pariah here as well.
Scott just smirked. He pushed the door to the garage open, and gestured for her to head in. "After you."
"Hello gorgeous," Wynonna breathed, zooming in on a beautiful bike and walking straight towards it. "Where have you been all my life?"
"Until a couple months ago, under a sheet, completely inoperative." Scott said. He'd rescued her with a lot of scavenging, bartering, and elbow grease. Now she ran, but he wasn't done quite yet. Assuming he would ever be done.
Wynonna practically purred as she ran her hand over the body of the bike. She didn't even look up at Scott for a moment, eyes glued to her. "And does she run now?"
He grinned. "Fuck yes."
"Fuck your no sharing rule, she's beautiful. Pleeeeease tell me you'll let me ride her at least once," Wynonna practically begged, turning to look at Scott with glee evident on her face. Damn she had forgotten how good it felt to actually look forward to something.
It felt good to have his work appreciated, to be sure. And Scott couldn't fault her her excitement; the bike was beautiful. In Earp's place, he'd be (almost) as willing to beg. On the flipside, his bike was special. He had very little that was his, let alone that he'd poured this much of himself into. He wasn't in a real hurry to let anyone else ride her. "We'll see." He said evenly.
"That sounds like a maybe--and I can work with maybes," Wynonna responded, flashing him a grin. She didn't blame him. If she had a bike this awesome, hell no would she let other people ride it. She'd have to see what she could work out with him.
Not that he looked like he needed to work out. Jesus Wynonna, down girl. Focus on the bikes, not the guy. Pulling herself away from the masterpiece, she asked, "What else have you got down here?"
"Me personally? Not much," he admitted. He wasn't a Worthington or a Shaw, after all.
"Well, for lack of inventory, you sure do have the best in show," Wynonna responded, glancing back at the bike longingly. That was it, she was gonna have to send Shorty a private message about how she needed a bike to fit in at this school, or something like that.
He grinned. "She definitely is that. The school has some decent cars, though. And fuck all knows what the rich kids are bringing with them." If he had unlimited money, Scott knew he would have the best cars on the market, that was for sure.
Wynonna took it based on that statement that Scott was not one of the rich kids, which she could more than appreciate. The Homestead had electricity and running water, but that was pushing the envelope. "Hopefully shiny things they are willing to share."
Scott smirked. "Or that they won't notice are missing."
"I like that spirit, Summers," Wynonna responded with her own grin. She was more than willing to help, ah, re-appropriate some toys for a little while.
He grinned back and offered her a handshake. "I'll let you know if anything good comes in that we play with."
Wynonna eyed his hand (seriously, what teenager offered a handshake?) and very mock seriously shook it. "Sounds like a deal."
