Parking Lot | Saturday Morning

[thegreywaren]

"What in the ever loving fuck is this?" Ronan had nearly shouted when he'd woken up and realized what was happening. Yes, he'd been warned about this and yes, he'd almost expected his run of good luck to end but like this? That wasn't even fair

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[10secondcar]

Brian was muttering swear words to himself as he stalked toward his car with his tools, hoping it would make him feel better about this whole--situation. He was halfway across the lot when his phone started ringing, and he pulled it out of his pocket only to find the call was from Agent Nelson.

If it had been one of his contacts from the Baltimore racing scene he was still trying to crack, he could have pretended to be 'Brian's girl,' but he'd never hear the end of it from the FBI if he went that route.

Brian considered his options for about three rings, then walked to the edge of the causeway and hurled his phone into the ocean. Gee, so sad that he lost it, he'd have to get a new one whenever he wasn't a girl any more.

That was when he noticed the kid.

[thegreywaren]

Ronan didn't recognize whoever this was but he figured that it could be anyone this weekend. Girl he hadn't met before, guy who was a girl who he'd never met before or guy who was a girl who he did know.

But, he'd looked over and caught the phone throwing and snickered. And then scowled at how different that sounded. His voice wasn't his.

"I think I might end up doing that this weekend too," he remarked, trying to ignore his voice now.

[10secondcar]

"It's easier," Brian muttered, glaring at the spot where his phone had disappeared. "Do I know you?" he asked before stalking over to the Lancer and popping its hood.

Maybe having smaller hands would prove useful or something.

[thegreywaren]

"I don't know." That was the honest truth. "I don't recognize you but I don't think that freaking matters this weekend."

Ugh.