Post by Jeszika on Dec 17, 2014 12:03:38 GMT -6
Jeszika Gautier pulls up to the mechanic’s garage in her 2010 Camaro, nicknamed “Bumblebee” since it’s painted just like the movies. Stepping from the car, she her way and checks in with the petite brunette reception chick, then sits in the waiting room, waiting for a mechanic to be free to look at her car. She sits flipping through one of the magazines there, one with hot rods and tattoos on the cover, just killing time. The mechanic walks in the side door, clipboard in hand, his coveralls showing he's been at it all day.
Mechanic: Ok, Maya... Mrs. James's Caddy is ready to go. Um... tell her not to use FiFi's urine as antifreeze next time. I don't know if we can fix it again if she does... sweet old lady but... damn...
Jeszika stifles a laugh, but doesn’t say anything. Old people were so cute sometimes with the batshit silly things they did. but that one had to take the cake.
Mechanic: So whatcha got for me now?
Maya hands him the next clipboard and he smiles.
Mechanic: A Camaro? A newer one? Wow…
Jeszika puts the magazine aside and stands up.
Jeszika: That'll be my baby.
He glances over and lowers the clipboard to show the name stitched onto his coveralls, Kristian.
Kristian: You must be...
He glances down at the clipboard.
Kristian: JesZ...ka? Interesting name...
She extends her hand.
Jeszika: Jess-ee-Ka Go-Shay. Its french.
Maya just shakes her head.
Maya: Be careful Kris, you remember what happened when you charmed Mrs. Petrinski...
Kristian shrugs.
Kristian: The cookies were nice...
Jeszika: Good luck charming me... won’t happen...
Maya smiles.
Maya: He’s harmless, it’s the crazy old ladies who think he’s cute that can be the problem.
Kristian just stands there looking trapped.
Kristian: Can I go look at the car now?
Maya stifles a laugh before nodding at Jeszika.
Maya: See…
Jeszika shakes her head
Jeszika: Charmer is he?
She dangles her keys on her finger.
Jeszika: Lets go check out my girl.
Kristian nods, accepts the keys and walks into the bay where the car has been brought inside.
Kristian: Is this just for an oil change or is she doing something funny?
Jeszika: Oil change and just a general look over.
Kristian nods.
Kristian: Is she making any funny noises? Shaking at all? Any vibrations or funny feelings when stopping or turning or anything?
Jeszika: Bit of vibration when I'm idling but all in all, she's running good.
Kristian nods and makes a check mark on the clipboard.
Kristian: Ok... let's pop the hood and have us a looksee.
Jeszika: Don't scratch her, that paintjob wasn’t cheap.
Kristian grins.
Kristian: I can imagine.
Jeszika: Whatever money it takes to keep her in this condition, I can and will pay. She is worth every single damn penny.
Kristian nods as he pops the hood and then opens it up.
Kristian: Wow... she's gorgeous... and... looks great. let's see, battery's clean. I'll test it in a second, make sure you don't need a charge or replacement...
Continuing on, Kristian looks around checking this, and tapping that.
Kristian: Steering fluid looks good, washer fluid, could use a top off, coolant... little low, we'll take care of that...
Jeszika: Anything she needs, just do it.
Kristian nods as he gets to work topping off the fluids that need it.
Kristian: Ok... now it's time to lift her up, empty the old oil and have a look underneath.
Kristian: Well, your brakes look good... your shocks look a little worn...
Jeszika: I drive a lot for work. Between cities and all.
Kristian nods.
Kristian: Well, if you can live with it the way it is, they're not in dire need of being replaced but if you wanna make that little vibration go away, we can change 'em out and it should take care of that unless it's gone further into your alignment.
Jeszika: Change em out, if thats what needs to be done to fix it. Like I said, I can pay any amount to fix her.
She offers him a smile.
Jeszika: Bumblebee, I'll do anything, pay anything to look after her.
Kristian nods, smiling.
Kristian: Bumblebee is it? Yeah, I guess it does look just like the movie, doesn't it?
Jeszika: Exactly, it’s intentional too, I made her this way. Took a lot of money, but so worth it.
Kristian: She's beautiful.
He walks over to set the oil catcher in the proper position while he goes to get the other parts required.
Kristian: She looks in great shape.
He chuckles as he puts a new shock in place.
Kristian: Probably beat the pants off my car when she rolls out of here.
Jeszika: Jealous are ya?
Kristian shakes his head.
Kristian: No, I'll get a cool one someday. Right now I'm ok with my mom's old Corolla.
Jeszika: Still live at home?
Kristian shakes his head.
Kristian: No, she just got a new one a few years back and let me keep this one.
Jeszika: Aahh a hand me down.
Kristian nods as he backs away from the finished shocks.
Kristian: She just needed a few things fixed up was all.
Jeszika: Awesome, so how much do I owe you?
Kristian nods as he lowers the car down. He starts the oil in and pauses for a second, doing an inventory out loud.
Kristian: Let’s see, twenty for the oil change, two hundred for the shocks, everything else is covered with the oil change… so, two twenty...
He checks the oil level to make sure it’s right and then closes up the car.
Jeszika hands over her credit card.
Jeszika: Here you go, charge away.
Kristian: Maya, where's the card reader?
Maya laughs.
Maya: Did Jack move it again?
Kristian: So it appears.
Maya: Bring it up here again then.
Jeszika follows him to the front desk. Maya quickly takes care of it and Kristian wanders back in, moving the car back out of the bay. He steps from the car and brings Jeszika her keys.
Kristian: Alright, Miss Gautier, you and Bumblebee are good to go.
Jeszika: Thank you. Till next time.
Kristian: Yes, ma'am.
She offers him a smile before walking to her car and leaving.
A few weeks later...
Jeszika finds herself at a bar that's semi-familiar to her, just not to anyone else who would pay attention. Technically the Peltier family owns the place but nobody really notices because nobody from the family is ever actually there. It's run by a guy that used to work for them somewhere else and they let him run the place after his wife left him to try and cheer him up. This is why Jeszika likes the place, it's close enough to family-owned to be safe yet far enough removed that it lives up to its name for her, Sanctuary.
In the corner of the place, far away from prying eyes and eavesdropping ears, just looking for some alone time as the world spirals around her, Jeszika stares at a solitary glass of Jack Daniel’s, the color of the liquid dancing in her eyes as visions of other things dance in her brain. The glass itself had been sitting there for more than half an hour, as had Jeszika herself.
Suddenly, a voice breaks her silence.
Voice: You know you’re supposed to actually drink that, right? That it won’t perform any magical tricks or anything no matter how long you stare at it?
Jeszika looks up at the man who's come to stand next to her. He has dark Blonde Jaw length hair and wears a leather Jacket, black shirt and Jeans. The slightest bit of scruff graces his beard. A stab of pain goes through her chest but she stuffs it down. His style was so much like his…
Jeszika: To be honest, I don't even want to drink it...
He smiles, unable to stifle a slight laugh.
Man: Interesting sights then?
Jeszika: Just an attempt to escape the world... The drink is merely a means to be able to just sit here without them kicking me out for not buying anything....
Nodding, he shrugs slightly.
Man: Is that plan working? Cause, you don't look like you just wanna stare at that…
Jeszika takes a deep breath before she says quietly.
Jeszika: Truthfully, I want nothing more than to knock this glass back followed by another ten until I forget everything that tearing me apart right now.
He nods slightly again.
Man: Does that mean I didn’t do a good job on Bumblebee then?
The penny drops in her head.
Jeszika: You're my mechanic from a few weeks ago?
He nods extending a hand.
Man: I am, yes, ma'am.
Jeszika accepts his hand.
Jeszika: Sorry, but your name escapes me right now.
He smiles.
Kristian: Kristian Devereaux, usually just Kris.
He winks.
Kristian: It's French.
Jeszika smiles a little, slapping him on the arm playfully.
Jeszika: Smart ass…
She nods to the seat across from her.
Jeszika: Why don't you join me? Will be nice to have some company, as long as you don't start hitting on me.
Kristian: Yes, Ma'am.
Jeszika: I'm serious, hit on me and its not going to end well for either of us... It never ends well... Just ask the last and only man I have ever been with...
She shakes her head
Jeszika: No... I'm not here to talk about him, I don't need to burden you with my bullshit life... Thats what my counsellor is for.
Kristian nods to the glass.
Kristian: Is that what that is for?
Jeszika: Yeah, you could say that.
Nodding, he sits down.
Kristian: Sorry to hear that, Miss... Gautier, wasn't it?
She nods.
Jeszika: You actually pronounced it right, I'm impressed.
Kristian shrugs.
Kristian: It’s the tea…
She frowns.
Jeszika: The tea?
He nods to his glass.
Jeszika: And I guess being French yourself probably helps.
She looks down at her own glass.
Jeszika: I’m gonna go grab myself a fresh drink, something not alcoholic, cause I know once I start drinking, I wont be able to stop and I can't keep living like that, I just can't.
She gets up from her seat and takes away the glass, returning a few minutes later with a simple glass of orange juice.
Jeszika: Don't worry, I didn’t get them to sneak vodka into it.
Grinning, he nods.
Kristian: I’ll drink sweet tea to that. They brew it particularly well here. Not so much sugar that it’s like high test rocket fuel but also not so you make the bitter face because they didn’t use enough either.
Jeszika: I'll have to try it next time for sure.
Kristian: Got just a hint of lemon…
He pauses and shrugs as if acknowledging a dirty secret.
Kristian: And the burgers are cheap too which helps sometimes.
Jeszika: That would help for sure. Can never beat a good burger.
She takes a sip of her drink.
Jeszika: So do you do anything besides making cars purr?
Kristian shrugs.
Kristian: Watch my cat play hunt the dog with my dog?
Jeszika: Animals are good for entertainment to be sure.
She laughs.
Jeszika: I wrestle for a living with some friends of mine.
Kristian: So you fight for a living?
Jeszika: Yep sure do.
Kristian nods.
Kristian: Interesting job.
Jeszika: Could be worse, but it pays the bills and that’s what matters.
Kristian: I’d imagine it does.
Jeszika: At least I'm not selling my body to the night or anything.
Kristian: So, why are you sitting in a bar looking like you wish you were?
Jeszika: Because life drove me here... yeah I have a great job and all but I can't seem to do much right in personal life. My girlfriend walked out on me. My ex-husband just hooked up with my best friend. Another friend betrayed us all and is not trying to make my ex husband’s life a living hell…
She shakes her head.
Jeszika: It’s kind of a case of what else can go wrong. I mean I'm happy for my friend and my ex but it still hurts to see them together cause a part of me still loves him even now…
She looks up at him.
Jeszika: Sorry, I'm rambling... I don't need to burden you with my life... I barely know you...
Kristian can’t help smile sympathetically.
Kristian: Sounds you need something way less complicated. That’s why I have Casey and Ravvy. Never any complications with them, Casey likes to try and hunt Ravvy and Ravvy likes to go running in the park. When he’s not doing that, he’s a cuddlebunny of a black lab, but Casey drives him crazy cause the cat can jump higher than he can.
Jeszika: Animals are far less complicated than people. I miss having pets around the house. I'm away from home so much it wouldn't be fair for me to have a pet.
Kristian: I named mine after cartoons.
Jeszika: Let me guess, Ravage from Transformers?
Kristian nods.
Kristian: And Casey's for Casey Jones because when she was little, her spots looked almost like a hockey stick. My Daddy always thought I was crazy for getting a cat that big, but, then again, he is also the guy who spends his free time over at this great little jazz club trying to sing at open mic nights because he thinks he sounds like Sammy Davis, Jr. and even Casey thinks he sounds like he's trying to woo her or something with his caterwauling. Man can't carry a tune in a bucket with an extra large handle, but he does it anyway because he loves it and no one has the heart to tell him not to bother.
Jeszika: Remind me not to invite him to karaoke night at Prey then... please tell me you can sing better?
Kristian shrugs.
Kristian: I catch myself doing it at the garage every so often but I've never been crazy enough to do that in front of other people on purpose before.
Jeszika: You should come along one night and watch me and my girls rock out on stage.
She pauses.
Jeszika: Just so we’re clear though its not like a date or anything. Just as friends, if you wanna be friends that is.
Kristian smiles.
Kristian: Sure... and you should come running by the park some time, see if you can keep up with Casey. She's a Savannah after all.
Jeszika: A Savannah? Damn I'm officially jealous!
She shrugs.
Jeszika: I run at the park all the time so sure. Would be nice to have a running buddy.
Kristian: Ravvy would try too but Casey'd be the one who'd actually have a shot at beating ya.
Jeszika: She can try.
Kristian laughs.
Kristian: Ok, but if she pounces on ya, don’t say i didn’t warn ya it was coming, Miss Gautier.
Jeszika: I have people pouncing on me and beating me up for a living. I'm sure I could handle it.
Kristian: Point taken, ma'am.
Jeszika: She'd have to catch me first.
She laughs.
Kristian: Maybe so, but there’d be people who couldn’t beat casey in a Corvette.
Jeszika: What about a Camaro?
Kristian laughs.
Kristian: Casey'll probably catch ya, Ravvy'll just look at you like, "Don't you wanna play?" It's cuter than hell.
She laughs and they spend the rest of the evening talking at the table.
Mechanic: Ok, Maya... Mrs. James's Caddy is ready to go. Um... tell her not to use FiFi's urine as antifreeze next time. I don't know if we can fix it again if she does... sweet old lady but... damn...
Jeszika stifles a laugh, but doesn’t say anything. Old people were so cute sometimes with the batshit silly things they did. but that one had to take the cake.
Mechanic: So whatcha got for me now?
Maya hands him the next clipboard and he smiles.
Mechanic: A Camaro? A newer one? Wow…
Jeszika puts the magazine aside and stands up.
Jeszika: That'll be my baby.
He glances over and lowers the clipboard to show the name stitched onto his coveralls, Kristian.
Kristian: You must be...
He glances down at the clipboard.
Kristian: JesZ...ka? Interesting name...
She extends her hand.
Jeszika: Jess-ee-Ka Go-Shay. Its french.
Maya just shakes her head.
Maya: Be careful Kris, you remember what happened when you charmed Mrs. Petrinski...
Kristian shrugs.
Kristian: The cookies were nice...
Jeszika: Good luck charming me... won’t happen...
Maya smiles.
Maya: He’s harmless, it’s the crazy old ladies who think he’s cute that can be the problem.
Kristian just stands there looking trapped.
Kristian: Can I go look at the car now?
Maya stifles a laugh before nodding at Jeszika.
Maya: See…
Jeszika shakes her head
Jeszika: Charmer is he?
She dangles her keys on her finger.
Jeszika: Lets go check out my girl.
Kristian nods, accepts the keys and walks into the bay where the car has been brought inside.
Kristian: Is this just for an oil change or is she doing something funny?
Jeszika: Oil change and just a general look over.
Kristian nods.
Kristian: Is she making any funny noises? Shaking at all? Any vibrations or funny feelings when stopping or turning or anything?
Jeszika: Bit of vibration when I'm idling but all in all, she's running good.
Kristian nods and makes a check mark on the clipboard.
Kristian: Ok... let's pop the hood and have us a looksee.
Jeszika: Don't scratch her, that paintjob wasn’t cheap.
Kristian grins.
Kristian: I can imagine.
Jeszika: Whatever money it takes to keep her in this condition, I can and will pay. She is worth every single damn penny.
Kristian nods as he pops the hood and then opens it up.
Kristian: Wow... she's gorgeous... and... looks great. let's see, battery's clean. I'll test it in a second, make sure you don't need a charge or replacement...
Continuing on, Kristian looks around checking this, and tapping that.
Kristian: Steering fluid looks good, washer fluid, could use a top off, coolant... little low, we'll take care of that...
Jeszika: Anything she needs, just do it.
Kristian nods as he gets to work topping off the fluids that need it.
Kristian: Ok... now it's time to lift her up, empty the old oil and have a look underneath.
Kristian: Well, your brakes look good... your shocks look a little worn...
Jeszika: I drive a lot for work. Between cities and all.
Kristian nods.
Kristian: Well, if you can live with it the way it is, they're not in dire need of being replaced but if you wanna make that little vibration go away, we can change 'em out and it should take care of that unless it's gone further into your alignment.
Jeszika: Change em out, if thats what needs to be done to fix it. Like I said, I can pay any amount to fix her.
She offers him a smile.
Jeszika: Bumblebee, I'll do anything, pay anything to look after her.
Kristian nods, smiling.
Kristian: Bumblebee is it? Yeah, I guess it does look just like the movie, doesn't it?
Jeszika: Exactly, it’s intentional too, I made her this way. Took a lot of money, but so worth it.
Kristian: She's beautiful.
He walks over to set the oil catcher in the proper position while he goes to get the other parts required.
Kristian: She looks in great shape.
He chuckles as he puts a new shock in place.
Kristian: Probably beat the pants off my car when she rolls out of here.
Jeszika: Jealous are ya?
Kristian shakes his head.
Kristian: No, I'll get a cool one someday. Right now I'm ok with my mom's old Corolla.
Jeszika: Still live at home?
Kristian shakes his head.
Kristian: No, she just got a new one a few years back and let me keep this one.
Jeszika: Aahh a hand me down.
Kristian nods as he backs away from the finished shocks.
Kristian: She just needed a few things fixed up was all.
Jeszika: Awesome, so how much do I owe you?
Kristian nods as he lowers the car down. He starts the oil in and pauses for a second, doing an inventory out loud.
Kristian: Let’s see, twenty for the oil change, two hundred for the shocks, everything else is covered with the oil change… so, two twenty...
He checks the oil level to make sure it’s right and then closes up the car.
Jeszika hands over her credit card.
Jeszika: Here you go, charge away.
Kristian: Maya, where's the card reader?
Maya laughs.
Maya: Did Jack move it again?
Kristian: So it appears.
Maya: Bring it up here again then.
Jeszika follows him to the front desk. Maya quickly takes care of it and Kristian wanders back in, moving the car back out of the bay. He steps from the car and brings Jeszika her keys.
Kristian: Alright, Miss Gautier, you and Bumblebee are good to go.
Jeszika: Thank you. Till next time.
Kristian: Yes, ma'am.
She offers him a smile before walking to her car and leaving.
A few weeks later...
Jeszika finds herself at a bar that's semi-familiar to her, just not to anyone else who would pay attention. Technically the Peltier family owns the place but nobody really notices because nobody from the family is ever actually there. It's run by a guy that used to work for them somewhere else and they let him run the place after his wife left him to try and cheer him up. This is why Jeszika likes the place, it's close enough to family-owned to be safe yet far enough removed that it lives up to its name for her, Sanctuary.
In the corner of the place, far away from prying eyes and eavesdropping ears, just looking for some alone time as the world spirals around her, Jeszika stares at a solitary glass of Jack Daniel’s, the color of the liquid dancing in her eyes as visions of other things dance in her brain. The glass itself had been sitting there for more than half an hour, as had Jeszika herself.
Suddenly, a voice breaks her silence.
Voice: You know you’re supposed to actually drink that, right? That it won’t perform any magical tricks or anything no matter how long you stare at it?
Jeszika looks up at the man who's come to stand next to her. He has dark Blonde Jaw length hair and wears a leather Jacket, black shirt and Jeans. The slightest bit of scruff graces his beard. A stab of pain goes through her chest but she stuffs it down. His style was so much like his…
Jeszika: To be honest, I don't even want to drink it...
He smiles, unable to stifle a slight laugh.
Man: Interesting sights then?
Jeszika: Just an attempt to escape the world... The drink is merely a means to be able to just sit here without them kicking me out for not buying anything....
Nodding, he shrugs slightly.
Man: Is that plan working? Cause, you don't look like you just wanna stare at that…
Jeszika takes a deep breath before she says quietly.
Jeszika: Truthfully, I want nothing more than to knock this glass back followed by another ten until I forget everything that tearing me apart right now.
He nods slightly again.
Man: Does that mean I didn’t do a good job on Bumblebee then?
The penny drops in her head.
Jeszika: You're my mechanic from a few weeks ago?
He nods extending a hand.
Man: I am, yes, ma'am.
Jeszika accepts his hand.
Jeszika: Sorry, but your name escapes me right now.
He smiles.
Kristian: Kristian Devereaux, usually just Kris.
He winks.
Kristian: It's French.
Jeszika smiles a little, slapping him on the arm playfully.
Jeszika: Smart ass…
She nods to the seat across from her.
Jeszika: Why don't you join me? Will be nice to have some company, as long as you don't start hitting on me.
Kristian: Yes, Ma'am.
Jeszika: I'm serious, hit on me and its not going to end well for either of us... It never ends well... Just ask the last and only man I have ever been with...
She shakes her head
Jeszika: No... I'm not here to talk about him, I don't need to burden you with my bullshit life... Thats what my counsellor is for.
Kristian nods to the glass.
Kristian: Is that what that is for?
Jeszika: Yeah, you could say that.
Nodding, he sits down.
Kristian: Sorry to hear that, Miss... Gautier, wasn't it?
She nods.
Jeszika: You actually pronounced it right, I'm impressed.
Kristian shrugs.
Kristian: It’s the tea…
She frowns.
Jeszika: The tea?
He nods to his glass.
Jeszika: And I guess being French yourself probably helps.
She looks down at her own glass.
Jeszika: I’m gonna go grab myself a fresh drink, something not alcoholic, cause I know once I start drinking, I wont be able to stop and I can't keep living like that, I just can't.
She gets up from her seat and takes away the glass, returning a few minutes later with a simple glass of orange juice.
Jeszika: Don't worry, I didn’t get them to sneak vodka into it.
Grinning, he nods.
Kristian: I’ll drink sweet tea to that. They brew it particularly well here. Not so much sugar that it’s like high test rocket fuel but also not so you make the bitter face because they didn’t use enough either.
Jeszika: I'll have to try it next time for sure.
Kristian: Got just a hint of lemon…
He pauses and shrugs as if acknowledging a dirty secret.
Kristian: And the burgers are cheap too which helps sometimes.
Jeszika: That would help for sure. Can never beat a good burger.
She takes a sip of her drink.
Jeszika: So do you do anything besides making cars purr?
Kristian shrugs.
Kristian: Watch my cat play hunt the dog with my dog?
Jeszika: Animals are good for entertainment to be sure.
She laughs.
Jeszika: I wrestle for a living with some friends of mine.
Kristian: So you fight for a living?
Jeszika: Yep sure do.
Kristian nods.
Kristian: Interesting job.
Jeszika: Could be worse, but it pays the bills and that’s what matters.
Kristian: I’d imagine it does.
Jeszika: At least I'm not selling my body to the night or anything.
Kristian: So, why are you sitting in a bar looking like you wish you were?
Jeszika: Because life drove me here... yeah I have a great job and all but I can't seem to do much right in personal life. My girlfriend walked out on me. My ex-husband just hooked up with my best friend. Another friend betrayed us all and is not trying to make my ex husband’s life a living hell…
She shakes her head.
Jeszika: It’s kind of a case of what else can go wrong. I mean I'm happy for my friend and my ex but it still hurts to see them together cause a part of me still loves him even now…
She looks up at him.
Jeszika: Sorry, I'm rambling... I don't need to burden you with my life... I barely know you...
Kristian can’t help smile sympathetically.
Kristian: Sounds you need something way less complicated. That’s why I have Casey and Ravvy. Never any complications with them, Casey likes to try and hunt Ravvy and Ravvy likes to go running in the park. When he’s not doing that, he’s a cuddlebunny of a black lab, but Casey drives him crazy cause the cat can jump higher than he can.
Jeszika: Animals are far less complicated than people. I miss having pets around the house. I'm away from home so much it wouldn't be fair for me to have a pet.
Kristian: I named mine after cartoons.
Jeszika: Let me guess, Ravage from Transformers?
Kristian nods.
Kristian: And Casey's for Casey Jones because when she was little, her spots looked almost like a hockey stick. My Daddy always thought I was crazy for getting a cat that big, but, then again, he is also the guy who spends his free time over at this great little jazz club trying to sing at open mic nights because he thinks he sounds like Sammy Davis, Jr. and even Casey thinks he sounds like he's trying to woo her or something with his caterwauling. Man can't carry a tune in a bucket with an extra large handle, but he does it anyway because he loves it and no one has the heart to tell him not to bother.
Jeszika: Remind me not to invite him to karaoke night at Prey then... please tell me you can sing better?
Kristian shrugs.
Kristian: I catch myself doing it at the garage every so often but I've never been crazy enough to do that in front of other people on purpose before.
Jeszika: You should come along one night and watch me and my girls rock out on stage.
She pauses.
Jeszika: Just so we’re clear though its not like a date or anything. Just as friends, if you wanna be friends that is.
Kristian smiles.
Kristian: Sure... and you should come running by the park some time, see if you can keep up with Casey. She's a Savannah after all.
Jeszika: A Savannah? Damn I'm officially jealous!
She shrugs.
Jeszika: I run at the park all the time so sure. Would be nice to have a running buddy.
Kristian: Ravvy would try too but Casey'd be the one who'd actually have a shot at beating ya.
Jeszika: She can try.
Kristian laughs.
Kristian: Ok, but if she pounces on ya, don’t say i didn’t warn ya it was coming, Miss Gautier.
Jeszika: I have people pouncing on me and beating me up for a living. I'm sure I could handle it.
Kristian: Point taken, ma'am.
Jeszika: She'd have to catch me first.
She laughs.
Kristian: Maybe so, but there’d be people who couldn’t beat casey in a Corvette.
Jeszika: What about a Camaro?
Kristian laughs.
Kristian: Casey'll probably catch ya, Ravvy'll just look at you like, "Don't you wanna play?" It's cuter than hell.
She laughs and they spend the rest of the evening talking at the table.
