Scott & Wade | Very Early Monday Morning
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xp_logsScott finally made it to the garage, so Wade dropped by to check on him.
Wade checked his phone when it buzzed again and couldn't hold back a half smirk as he headed toward the opened garage bay. Light spilled onto the pavement and he propped himself up against the frame, smirk morphing into a grin when he caught sight of Scott. "You're looking a little flummoxed, there, Summers."
Scott's mouth opened and closed in an impression of a fish, a very good impression of a fish come to think about it. He didn't quite have the presence of mind to actually put a whole sentence together so he just pointed in front of him as he turned his head to look at Wade, "Mine?" he managed to ask.
"Yup," Wade said, nodding. Then he motioned to the boxes propped up behind the main event and said, "That's most of what we'll need for the next couple weeks' worth or work."
Scott managed to gather his enough of his mind together to put together a clear and coherent reply, "You outdid yourself this time Wade," came the quiet reply. Scott wasn't entirely sure this wasn't all a dream, and if it was it wasn't one he wanted to wake up from. "A couple of weeks? You really think it's going to take that long?" Scott quipped as he reached out to touch the car sitting in the middle of the garage, ok, so not a dream.
"Well, I mean, unless you're planning on spending all your time in there for the next week - but don't you have reviews and exams or classes to do or something? I guess you could hold your classes here in the garage, maybe..." Wade trailed off, laughing at Scott's expression. "Dude, you're funny. But that's what the investigating was for. To find out which classic rust bucket I should find for you to restore - with my help, of course. The '67 Shelby GT is a very nice choice, by the way."
Scott's face fell, "Exams, yeah," the younger man gave a sigh and turned to Wade with a wry smile, "You know there is something very wrong when you're the responsible one." he noted as he stepped back from the car and peered at the boxes, "Well, of course, I wouldn't have it any other way. If you find something like this then you have to be involved in the restoration."
"Dude, I know, what is up with that? Get back on the 'responsibility' wagon or whatever so I can go back to being my jolly, irreverent self." Wade walked over to the boxes and nudged one with the toe of his boot. "I've got a guy who'll do the interior, just decide if you want leather or not. You seem like you'd want leather. Insert particular BDSM joke involving leather here."
Scott shook his head in amusement, "Are you saying that you'd get anything else for a car like this?" he queried, "It'd be a travesty to put something cheap or tacky in it," he noted giving Wade a grin. "I dunno, I think responsible suits you, you should try it out more often."
"Ack, get thee gone from my sight, foul speaker of evil untruths," Wade said, making the sign of a cross with his forefingers. "Tan or black interior?"
Scott laughed as he turned back to face the car, "Hmm, I'd say it has to be black leather. We can paint the chassis red and have either white or black stripes over the hood."
"On a '67 Mustang Shelby GT 500? That, my friend, will just be sexy," Wade said, nodding his agreement. "Tinted windows. Chrome accents. This is going to be fun."
Wade checked his phone when it buzzed again and couldn't hold back a half smirk as he headed toward the opened garage bay. Light spilled onto the pavement and he propped himself up against the frame, smirk morphing into a grin when he caught sight of Scott. "You're looking a little flummoxed, there, Summers."
Scott's mouth opened and closed in an impression of a fish, a very good impression of a fish come to think about it. He didn't quite have the presence of mind to actually put a whole sentence together so he just pointed in front of him as he turned his head to look at Wade, "Mine?" he managed to ask.
"Yup," Wade said, nodding. Then he motioned to the boxes propped up behind the main event and said, "That's most of what we'll need for the next couple weeks' worth or work."
Scott managed to gather his enough of his mind together to put together a clear and coherent reply, "You outdid yourself this time Wade," came the quiet reply. Scott wasn't entirely sure this wasn't all a dream, and if it was it wasn't one he wanted to wake up from. "A couple of weeks? You really think it's going to take that long?" Scott quipped as he reached out to touch the car sitting in the middle of the garage, ok, so not a dream.
"Well, I mean, unless you're planning on spending all your time in there for the next week - but don't you have reviews and exams or classes to do or something? I guess you could hold your classes here in the garage, maybe..." Wade trailed off, laughing at Scott's expression. "Dude, you're funny. But that's what the investigating was for. To find out which classic rust bucket I should find for you to restore - with my help, of course. The '67 Shelby GT is a very nice choice, by the way."
Scott's face fell, "Exams, yeah," the younger man gave a sigh and turned to Wade with a wry smile, "You know there is something very wrong when you're the responsible one." he noted as he stepped back from the car and peered at the boxes, "Well, of course, I wouldn't have it any other way. If you find something like this then you have to be involved in the restoration."
"Dude, I know, what is up with that? Get back on the 'responsibility' wagon or whatever so I can go back to being my jolly, irreverent self." Wade walked over to the boxes and nudged one with the toe of his boot. "I've got a guy who'll do the interior, just decide if you want leather or not. You seem like you'd want leather. Insert particular BDSM joke involving leather here."
Scott shook his head in amusement, "Are you saying that you'd get anything else for a car like this?" he queried, "It'd be a travesty to put something cheap or tacky in it," he noted giving Wade a grin. "I dunno, I think responsible suits you, you should try it out more often."
"Ack, get thee gone from my sight, foul speaker of evil untruths," Wade said, making the sign of a cross with his forefingers. "Tan or black interior?"
Scott laughed as he turned back to face the car, "Hmm, I'd say it has to be black leather. We can paint the chassis red and have either white or black stripes over the hood."
"On a '67 Mustang Shelby GT 500? That, my friend, will just be sexy," Wade said, nodding his agreement. "Tinted windows. Chrome accents. This is going to be fun."
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