David and Scott: Motorcycle Joyrides

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David stops by the garage to ask for Scott's help.

The garage looked empty at first glance but the tell-tale noise of metal against metal and the sounds of tools being dropped and picked up off the ground alerted David to the presence of another person. Sharp eyes scanned the area for possible hazards, taking in the surprisingly wide range of vehicles housed there at the same time. Suddenly, it became clear to him why students were able to leave the mansion grounds so easily on their own. His teenaged self would not have been able to resist the temptation with the means provided so easily to him. But then again, his headmaster had not been a mind-reading mutant with a machine that could track him down with every use of his powers.

His rubber soles made minimal noise against the ground as he headed in the direction of the noise, coming to a stop by a car with long, jean-clad legs sticking out from under it.

“Summers?”

Scott didn't immediately recognize the voice calling him as he pushed himself out from under his car. He scrubbed a hand across his forehead, inadvertently leaving an oil stain behind as he blinked up at his visitor. "David?" he asked in surprise. "What're you doing here?"

“Looking for you.” There was a slight smile on the German man’s face now, blue eyes conveying some amount of amusement. “Could you spare me a couple of minutes?”

"Sure," Scott pushed himself up off the floor eyeing David warily. He didn't really know the German; what he did know involved guns, government experiments and filing cabinets. "What can I do for you?"

“I’m looking to buy a motorcycle,” David replied, getting straight to the point, slipping one hand into his pocket as he spoke. “Someone said I should ask if you have any recommendations.”

Scott's face lit up as he pondered David's question. "Well it really depends on what you want in a bike," he began. "Some are fast, others are reliable while some just have that cool factor going for them."

“Are there any that are fast <i>and</i> reliable?” The other man quirked a brow at him before casting his gaze around the garage again. “I’m not looking to do daredevil stunts.” Hopefully, he would not have to – a good kind of hope to hold on, really. “Just one that gets me around the city and without dying when I happen to have to break the speed limits.” 

"Well that all depends on your definition of fast I guess," Scott replied. "If you just want to break the speed limit and get around the city that's one thing. If your definition of fast includes getting around the city while avoiding the police and any...individuals who happen to be chasing you at the same time that's a whole different level."

There was a kind of roguish smirk curling the corners of David’s lips. “A whole different level would be more appropriate, I think. I mean, you never know.”

"Are you anticipating many high speed chases?" Scott asked curiously. "Or is that one of those things that I really don't want to know the answer to."

“You never know,” the other man repeated with another vague shrug, expression still amused. “I don’t have an unlimited cash flow, but I do have a fairly big budget. So I’d rather get something that can withstand wear and tear if I take the requisite care of it.”

"So you want something fairly easy to take care of that can go fast and is reliable." Scott clarified as he ran through a checklist in his head. "Have you seen Adrienne's bike? A Kawasaki is pretty high-end but it'd fit your criteria if you're willing to pay. there is also the stylistic thing, they are good looking machines."

"I haven't, actually. But I feel fairly safe trusting your judgment on automobiles. Would you mind making a trip to the dealers with me tomorrow?"

Scott nodded, "I don't have anything planned," he confirmed, "what time did you want to head out?"

“First thing in the morning?”

Scott took a moment to think about it before he nodded at David, "I can do that," he agreed. "Want me to meet you outside your apartment?"

“Sounds good,” David nodded. “It’s nearer to my place anyway. Will you be driving?”

"Best way to get into the city, I'll even bring my bike. I assume you're buying breakfast?" Scott replied with a smile.

“Even better. I’ll <i>make</i> breakfast. I even take requests, if you are so inclined.”

Scott looked at David in surprise, "You cook?" His smile widened into a grin, "I would never have seen that coming. Why don't you surprise me? After all, what's life without a little mystery?”

“A safe one,” he quipped, giving Scott a mock salute as he turned to leave. “See you first thing in the morning, Summers.”  

Scott turned back to his car and nodded, "See you then David," he replied his mind already drifting back to focus on the car in front of him.