Date: September 28, 2011 Characters: Jake Abernathy, Harley Jordan Location: Reen’s Status: Private Summary: Jake has the truck in for a look see. Completion: Incomplete
Harley stood up straighter at the counter when she heard the sound of car pulling in (a big one from the sound of it). She closed her economics textbook gratefully, even though with her luck it was just Duck, bringing around something from out back. She was trying to use her time to study, even though her class didn't start till next month
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"Way to make light of the whole deal," Harley said lightly. "I probably wouldn't have made it through boot camp with some dude yelling in my face." She was just being honest, and remembering herself at eighteen or so. Not really her usual chill self. "Someone would've got decked and I would've ended up in the brig. It's the brig, right?" She was pretty sure.
She waved a hand as she turned to consult her tool cart. "Eh, they usually grow out of it," she said, then looked back at him. "I'm just weird, probably. But I'm a hell of a driver, and I know how to dial it back when I need to." Maybe she was getting a little less crazy in her old age. Stranger things had happened.
"Mmmm, but discipline isn't necessarily bad, and it tempered a lot of bad habits. Plus I admit I liked serving on a 'team.'" He smiled faintly. "Though I also admit it isn't for everyone." He had luckily always been rather even tempered, though somewhat rash especially in his youth.
"Well, knowing her gene pool, I don't completely hold out hope she'll grow out of it immediately, though I will continue to cross my fingers." He would keep urging caution and hope it stuck, though. "Nah, not weird. Everyone should know how to drive within reason. I just hope to not deal with vehicles wrapped around poles and such."
Harley smirked. "I get that now, but tell that to my eighteen year old self," she laughed. "Never really been a team person though, I'll say that much. You probably had kind of a team with your whole firefighting crew too." She'd heard stories about people who bonded in lines of work like that. She had her coworkers and liked them, but they didn't really work together unless there was a two-man job.
"Sounds like you're at least prepared for it early though, and hopefully she'll listen if you put the right stuff in her ear." That wasn't something she'd had, not that she was going to get into that with this strange lumberjack. "Not that I know much about parenting. If it helps though, we don't get any cars that've been wrapped around poles, not in all the time I've been here. So maybe it's not as common as they make it look on TV."
And okay, so Reen's didn't handle body work and wouldn't see those kind of cars in the first place, but that wouldn't be helpful to point out.
"Yeah, we had to be a team," Jake said. It had been life or death if you weren't. Even if he hadn't been big on team sports growing up, he'd found comfort in his careers where he'd had that. It might account for some of why he couldn't seem to settle on something new, now.
"We're a hard headed bunch, unfortunately. Hands on learners." He half joked as he said it, tapping his head lightly. He'd had to make some big mistakes before learning better. "Well, that is somewhat reassuring. I've seen a couple, when on call." At least his accident hadn't been his fault, technically. The other person had sped through that stop sign and T-boned his car.
"I know how that is. But somehow we hardheaded types manage to make it through life," Harley said as she tightened the valve. She winced and nodded. "Yeah, you'd have seen some of the worst accidents in your line of work. Think I'd be afraid for my kids too."
When she finished with the valve, she hopped into the truck again to start it up, listening for a click and not hearing one. "Think we're good," she said out the window before she got out again. "But let me know if you hear anything weird again. I'll just top off your oil and then get you going."
"I think we just barrel on through," Jake said with a grin. He felt bad just watching, but she didn't seem bothered by it or the fact he hadn't gone off to whatever waiting area they likely had. "Between me and my friend the detective and my other the EMT," he said somewhat dryly.
Jake tilted his head and listened to the engine, giving a nod. "It sounds better already, thanks." He still felt mildly frustrated over not being able to deal with it himself, but at least he'd gotten a mechanic who hadn't made it an ordeal for him. "Thanks, I appreciate that. It'll save me coming back for another few months."
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She waved a hand as she turned to consult her tool cart. "Eh, they usually grow out of it," she said, then looked back at him. "I'm just weird, probably. But I'm a hell of a driver, and I know how to dial it back when I need to." Maybe she was getting a little less crazy in her old age. Stranger things had happened.
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"Well, knowing her gene pool, I don't completely hold out hope she'll grow out of it immediately, though I will continue to cross my fingers." He would keep urging caution and hope it stuck, though. "Nah, not weird. Everyone should know how to drive within reason. I just hope to not deal with vehicles wrapped around poles and such."
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"Sounds like you're at least prepared for it early though, and hopefully she'll listen if you put the right stuff in her ear." That wasn't something she'd had, not that she was going to get into that with this strange lumberjack. "Not that I know much about parenting. If it helps though, we don't get any cars that've been wrapped around poles, not in all the time I've been here. So maybe it's not as common as they make it look on TV."
And okay, so Reen's didn't handle body work and wouldn't see those kind of cars in the first place, but that wouldn't be helpful to point out.
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"We're a hard headed bunch, unfortunately. Hands on learners." He half joked as he said it, tapping his head lightly. He'd had to make some big mistakes before learning better. "Well, that is somewhat reassuring. I've seen a couple, when on call." At least his accident hadn't been his fault, technically. The other person had sped through that stop sign and T-boned his car.
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When she finished with the valve, she hopped into the truck again to start it up, listening for a click and not hearing one. "Think we're good," she said out the window before she got out again. "But let me know if you hear anything weird again. I'll just top off your oil and then get you going."
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Jake tilted his head and listened to the engine, giving a nod. "It sounds better already, thanks." He still felt mildly frustrated over not being able to deal with it himself, but at least he'd gotten a mechanic who hadn't made it an ordeal for him. "Thanks, I appreciate that. It'll save me coming back for another few months."
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