<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/5e/30/e55e30d68d29d991408692c70bb036b9.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Wilder (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147118#msg16147118)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Yellow converse, pink turtleneck, dirty coveralls. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/b5/6e/70b56e060b98dc5e5469384b4252d444.jpg)]<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 | 7:45 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Rust and Ruckus<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Des, Jake, Montgomery (M)<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Goin' to work with pep! (It's a sugar high).</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Blue raspberry.<br/><br/>There were a lot of inventions folks took for granted. Medicine. Most of applied physics. Blue fucking raspberry. A completely made-up flavour, engineered by delicious science. There were no such thing as blue colored raspberries in the wild and yet…   “Mmm,” a blue raspberry slush with a little bit o’ vanilla soft serve was a glorious breakfast drink. The bell of the small, 24-hour Convenience store <em>dinged</em> as the short, curvy <em>adult</em> exited its glass doors, bright blue plastic cup in hand, hot pink straw between her lips. Whomever invented blue raspberry deserved a fucking peace prize because today, was gonna be a great, sunshine-<em>y</em> day.<br/><br/>Raven City was quite noisy if you knew where to be. Particularly during the morning rush, standing in the aisle of a chatterin’ street car. Reese’s free hand grasped a metal beam above her bright, blonde head to keep her balance as she peered out of the moving trolley, watching her neighborhood past her by. <em>Stupid park curfew.</em> It looked just fine now. It was probably just gangs and politics. It was always gangs and politics. “Thanks y’all!” Reese landed on the sidewalk at her stop and kept walking north, just a few blocks, leaving the mostly packed street car behind. A short ride, sure, but the slushy was more than worth it. Blue <em>fucking</em> raspberry.<br/><br/>The morning sun made the auto-body shop smell even better. It always had a certain stink of gasoline, Windex and air freshener but today… “Mmm hm, mmm…” Reese chewed on her hot pink straw as she pulled out a jangle of keys and put the biggest one into the door, then punched four numbers into the pin pad, letting herself into the ‘lobby’ of the garage. More peppermints in the candy bowl, a blue check-mark next to her name on the staff whiteboard, and a song booming through the speakers and Rust and Ruckus was nearly open for business. Her slushy <em>clapped</em> on the front desk as she thumbed through the team binder. Jobs for today, messages on the answering machine. <em>Why didn't the boys like the opening shift again?</em><br/><br/>Hangovers. Probably. They complained the opening shift was too early but it was definitely late enough to get a slushy with ice cream. When she was a kid, she got up <em>with</em> the sun to help with the dairy cows. Sometimes even before it. She flicked on a few more light switches, then grabbed her slushy and headed to the individual garages next door. According to the binder, there was... "Mmm..." She slurped her slushy as she walked from stall to stall. Two badass Harleys, a Chevy Impala, a rusty old Ford truck that was definitely on its ninth life, and an... "The fuck." Did the door look... wrecked? It was definitely warped. But warped from the inside. And it's hinges were... "Mmm..." Reese's gray eyes flicked over to the Escalade as she slurped her slurpy. It looked clean. The floors were definitely <em>cleaner</em> than Montgomery would've left them. Now his impatient apprentice Jake on the other hand... well, the wiry kid was about to get <em>fired</em>.<br/><br/>"Yo. Wakey Wakey, <em>Jakey</em>." Reese's free hand rasped on the window of the Escalade, still holding her slurpy in the other. "If ya go on a joy ride with customer merchandise, don't sleep with the evidence." She had to admit Jake had some god damn <em>balls</em>. Granted, Reese hadn't been the easiest to apprentice either, but that's because she didn't care for text books or authority. She sure as shit didn't borrow vehicles after hours, crash land, and then sleep in them. Problem uno, send Jake home. Problem duo, fix the busted door. Problem tres... "Is your <em>friend</em> in the car too?" Well fuck. Reese was <em>also</em> going to get fired. In a fiery blaze of glory, they'd probably fire Montgomery too. And no one did crisp windshield repairs like Montgomery. The dude had done detailing at Rust and Ruckus for nearly two decades. She took the biggest gulp of her slurpy yet. <em>Fucking</em> blue raspberry. "I <em>like</em> my job, Jake." Reese warned, and began lifting a metal ladder from the side wall, only to position it underneath the busted door. "I'm an honest gal, Jake, so unfortunately I like my job, mmm, well more than I like you." Her yellow converse sneaks ascended metal step after metal step, still holding her slurpy like a treasure from a happier time. "This is not good, ya'll." The door was gonna be at least an hours worth of work. And she <em>just</em> got here. "No fucking bueno. I'm gonna need an... fuck, brain freeze, mmm,"  Maybe if Reese could fix the door well enough... Fuck she still hated lyin'. Lying was the worst. Jake and his <em>friend</em> went on a joy ride and she was going to have to tell the boss. She swallowed -- hard -- and focused at the top of the door above her head. She could fix the door. Just start with the god damn door, Reese. <br/><br/>"Jake." The kid better be paying attention. "Get my toolbox and safety gear from the back. I think we're gonna have to weld this motherfucker back into shape. After that I'll check the Escalade for ya, okay? Montgomery gets here at eleven and then you're all his. But until then..." Reese sat down on the top of the ladder and continued to inspect the inside of the door with childlike curiosity. It wasn't a car, or a bike, but Reese loved a good challenge, thankfully for Jake and his friend. Fucking daredevils. Her delicate fingers ran along the top, imagining the force that had dented it. Did Jake already try to fix this himself? The Escalade looked... normal. There was no dents in the car at all. But... if the Escalade didn't go through the garage door... And the door was fucked but still, technically, 'together'... Was Jake covering somethin'? Reese took another, careful, slurp. "... I got ya."</span>