<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 &gt; 9:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Rust and Ruckus<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jake, Des, Montgomery (M)<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Reese is a respectful friend and a bad listener.</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Jake was <em>horrified</em>, and rightly so. Maybe it was his horror that made him legit word vomit. “Uh huh,” Reese mused, of <em>course</em> he was glad to see her and not someone else who would fire him on the spot, as she continued to inspect the busted garage door on the ceiling from atop her perch on the steel ladder. “Sure,” she added as he apologized for… his pride. “Sure,” as Jake gave an explanation as to why he entered the shop after hours because he thought it was being robbed, “Mm hmm,” as he mentioned dragons, and fire powers, and said he offered his buddy safe shelter in <em>exchange</em> for… auto body work. Reese was only half listening. Sometimes… Okay, a lot of the time, Reese was bad at listening. BUT she was especially bad at listening when she was in the middle of a job, such as fixing a wholly-dented garage door. The half that <em>was</em> listening though? For fucks sake. Jake was definitely a teenage boy: very dramatic, and also very short sighted.<br/><br/> “Uh huh. Sure.” Dragons, or whomever had <em>actually</em> wrecked the shop, still left it wrecked. Lies or truth, the door still had to be repaired, and the Escalade likely wasn’t a hundred percent either. One thing <em>was</em> incredibly clear, however. "Jake, as a friend, you <em>suck</em>,” Reese waited for him to come back with her tools before sighing, “Also, and for some reason I feel like this is important to mention, I am gay. So very gay.” <br/><br/>Jake obviously thought his friend was the 'coolest like person like ever', in teenager speak. Whether that was because he thought Reese would be a good match, or because he actually believed his friend was a… <em>what</em> did he say? Dragon Killer? Never mind. The point was, if someone needed help, you helped them. “If someone needs safe shelter, don’t make them work for it. Especially if they’re having an obvious crisis… of some sort…” She reached for her toolbox and opened it, rummaging through her shiny, shiny gear. “And if you’re not equip to help, there are places and specialists and hotlines that can.” She put a pair of clear, safety glasses over her grey eyes so that they were both protected <em>and</em> visible to Jake as she bore down at him with a pretty significant eye roll.<br/><br/> “<em>Soooo</em>,” she mimicked and then turned on a small blow torch to test limits of the bent metal door, “He’s a <em>person</em>, Jake, not a puppy.” She was not going to take some stranger home with her on the pleas of a teenage boy. However, before Jake could word vomit again, she quickly added, “I’ll talk to him <em>myself</em>, but no guarantees. He looks exhausted, even from up here. If my place is the safest fit for everyone,” that last bit was important, “then I’ll offer it, and as a grown man he can choose what he wants to do. For now,” she let out a small, wild <em>giggle</em> as the tiny flame on made contact with the steel door, she hardly ever got to blow torch shit anymore, “ahem,” Reese struggled to compose herself back to a professional lady, “he needs to rest, I need to repair, and you need to assist me because you are a mechanic’s apprentice.” Technically Jake was Montgomery’s apprentice but Reese did need someone to spot her on the ladder. Also she was so not letting Jake off the hook that easy. She was twenty-seven with a decent job, of course she lived alone, she wasn't <em>that</em> sad.</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">After finishing the door, which admittedly was a lotta fun except for the god damn even straight lines, Reese let Jake take thirty. She figured thirty minutes was more than enough time to suss out how… <em>problematic</em> this sleeping friend was. She put the ladder back on the wall and returned to the Escalade, remnants of her blue raspberry slurpy in one hand and the other on the Driver’s side door, ready to open it. Maybe it <em>was</em> armor. Maybe it was just whatever wonky-ass clothes were in the nearby Lost and Found. The guy <em>drooling</em> in the back seat of the Escalade <em>did</em> look strange, especially with most of his face covered like that, Jake wasn’t wrong <em>there</em>. But he was still a person… of some kind.   And… the Escalade, as unfortunate as it was for the customer, may have become a ‘safe space’ for him.<br/><br/>She needed to respect that. Reese closed her hand and then raised it, instead <em>knocking</em> lightly on the Driver’s window. “Hey… <em>Dude</em>,” she definitely wasn’t going with Dragon Killer or whatever the fuck Jake had rambled on about, “Can I come inside?” She opened her hand and pointed at the Driver’s seat where she wanted to sit. “I just wanna chat about where you’re gonna sleep tonight.” She took another big, curious slurp of her slushy, noting that it unfortunately was almost empty and mostly melted.</span>