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[killertrack]

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[creatio]

on a scale of one to ten how willing would you be to drive me around?
keep in mind, you'll be saving the day.
aka stopping me from punching someone.

[killertrack]

scale will slide depending on:
how illegal your errands are
how many people you plan on punching/not punching
what kind of music you like

[hacksinboxers]

[The man comes out of nowhere while the car is parked, all flurried movements, bright colors, spiked hair, and the kind of general appearance that practically screams the definition of "hot mess". He knocks on the window of the car and offers a wide, self-conscious grin, like he's trying to seem the pinnacle of confidence but somehow lost the image of what that's actually supposed to be somewhere between the mental picture and actually putting it into action. The knock, when it's not immediately answered, is followed by the mimicking of rolling the window down, in the old days when that was actually a thing.]

Hey. Hey. Kid. You got a sec?

[killertrack]

[ In his ears, Boogie Shoes by KC And The Sunshine Band. Both earphones in, fingers tapping on the steering wheel in rhythm, his iPod - first gen, big and bulky white one - on the console just under the gearshift.

He's been contemplating where to go; next song would help him pick a direction.

Yet, he's still paying attention to everything around him, as usual, which is why he doesn't miss the guy coming up to the window, but he still takes his time to actually roll the window down, sunglasses firmly staying on his face as he looks up, pulling an earbud out. ]

Can I help you?

[sivis_pacem]

Need a ride. Upstate. Discrete.

[killertrack]

Ok. Give me a rendez-vous point prior to the job
I need some level of detail.

[victimofgravity]

i need a bloody hero

hero in this context meaning someone with wheels who can rescue me from myself

and this bar

[killertrack]

[ He wouldn't exactly qualify himself as a hero, but in this case... ]

okay.

but if you bleed on my seats you're paying for the clean up.

[recoined]

text message. mid-day.
(assign her a custom ringtone, or else.)

wanted: expert opinion on beach party attire
payment method negotiable

custom ringtone is Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls.

[killertrack]

I'll take the job

[recoined]

text message. whenever.

hey baby :)

( the name really does the whole double duty thing well. )

feel like going for a ride?
you haven't gotten to see my new wheels yet

[killertrack]

you've got new wheels?
How about tomorrow? I'm - doing something right now

[ aka looking at Izzy look at a sunset. Oops. ]

text.

[distractly]

Little birdy tells me you're playing at the beach party this weekend.

[killertrack]

sure am. Are you coming? You got a request?

text.

[distractly]

( 11:34 pm. )

Hey, Baby. You awake?

[killertrack]

[ He is, sitting up in bed working on a mixtape for a certain girl with wild hair and soft eyes. ]

Yeah. What's up, are you okay?

[creatio]

( ooc: whatever i know which inbox to use aka continued )

are you saying i can't handle it?

( Clary, you do not have to fight the nice boy who's going to help you. )

[killertrack]

I'm saying I have no idea. What are you used to driving/

[distractly]

Hey Baby, you free?

( because she's got something she needs to talk to him about; well, rather, someone, but she doesn't want him to worry by adding in the whole 'we should chat' bit. )

[killertrack]

For you, always

[ Not entirely true, true enough when it's a Sunday and he doesn't have to work. ]

What's up?

[distractly]

( it's late, how late she's not entirely sure—the night's seemed to pass in a daze, but sleep won't come easily just yet. )

I can't stop thinking about you.

[killertrack]

[ It's late, but Baby's still at The Deviant, preparing for another set when he gets Isabelle's text. It makes him smile. ]

I don't want to stop thinking about you
Can I help in some way?

[recoined]

( the sun is starting its mid-afternoon descent into the horizon by the time the door to b-sides swings open, the bell overhead ringing merrily to announce a new visitor during this slow period. who is this mysterious afternoon arrival? it's none other than kimberly hart, her hair and clothes still damp from a workout and over-sized pink headphones left to rest around her neck, looking particularly eager to explore the world of records.

she's surprisingly out of breath by the time she approaches the counter — for once, she's run around town, her own ride still left parked in its convenient garage space under the gentlemen's palace, and she's been running for a while by the looks of things.

spotting baby doesn't take more than a second of scanning the room, and kimberly's all too happy to make a beeline for him once she does. ) You, ( she starts, palms resting on the counter top for support as she tries to catch her breath, ) Are a difficult guy to find today.

I went to, like, three different places before here.

[killertrack]

[ In the background, music is playing, as is appropriate for a record store, a song also quite appropriate for Kimberly, if Baby was asked. He's actually not that hard to find in the store itself, stacking a bunch of boxes of records to be put into display later behind the counter, the lean shape of him stretched out as he balances box on top of box.

He runs the back of his hand over his brow when he turns around, giving Kimberly a grin and a wave, his smile turning sheepish. ]

Well, where did you go look? Because, for what it's worth, this is the only place I've been today.

[ He winks, just as the back door is nudged open, Otis trotting out, tail wagging happily. He probably heard Kimberly and decided to get up from his old man's nap to say hello. ]

ho ho ho - merry giftmas!

[kelvins]

[mick attacks baby's door with a staple gun, leaving this iou for all to see. at least it's not an arrow through her door, right?.]

[killertrack]

[ !!!!!!!!

This is so exciting. He will definitely take you up on it, Mick Rory the alcohol-benefactor. ]

text |

[creatio]

if you were an animal, what kind of animal would you be?

[killertrack]

...a cat?

text.

[gasping]

( the text comes monday night, after the screech of tires caught caroline's attention during her run through the park. she'd followed the sound, curious, until she'd caught sight of cars racing down an empty street. )

either someone stole your car or you left out the stunt driver part of your introduction

[killertrack]

oh, did I? My apologies.

Although, I guess here and now it's only just a hobby. We have this club, my roommate and I. We're both into cars and we just like to race around, from time to time. We still haven't reached a consensus on which car is better.

action.

[recoined]

( on some morning, kimberly slides her way through the doorway of baby's room, leaning up against the doorframe as if she's got nowhere else she wants to be. which, to be fair, she doesn't. it's a morning when neither of them have to be up early to go anywhere in particular, when she just happens to have stayed over the night before, when robbie just so happens to be occupied in the shower — basically, exactly the right time to corner him in his room.

after she's made sure he's reasonably dressed and not doing anything that would otherwise require privacy, obviously. she's not a heathen. he's just chilling, and she's just interrupting his chilling. totally reasonable. )

Heeeeeeeeeey, Baby. ( keepin' it #casual. ) So, Sansa's pretty cute, huh?

[killertrack]

[ Baby was just chilling, picking out some playlists for the day to come, you know, doing his thing, when Kimberly shows up. A good thing he wasn't doing anything, honestly, not that -

Sure, she's seen it before. Still. It's still not what surprises him the most, though. It's what she says that gets him, and he looks up immediately, sitting up straighter, before squinting. ]

I feel like there's a trap somewhere.

action; post kimberly-thread.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa supposes she shouldn't have been surprised that Baby reached out to her again after talking at Mahogany that day but she is all the same. At Kimberly's suggestion, she's wearing something a bit more brief but while she did concede to the shorts she's still wearing long sleeves - something has to be covered up. If she looks strange, she looks strange, but for now this is how she feels most comfortable.

She's agreed to meet him at B-Sides since she's free from work before he is and so that's what she does, taking a moment to look up and down the racks of records while she waits. She has no idea how music can be crystalized and preserved as a frozen moment of time on these records but she likes the idea of it. )

Baby? I'm here when you're ready. If you need to finish something up, I don't mind.

[killertrack]

[ Baby doesn't really wait around when he hears Sansa's voice, rousing Otis and murmuring to him it's time to put on his good face and go meet someone new, which makes the dog wag his tail as he gets up and shakes himself, letting out a low bark.

Baby walks out from the back room to greet Sansa, only to stop dead in his tracks. Because instead of her usual floor length skirts, she's wearing shorts. Long, long pale legs on full view. ]

Oh. Oh, wow. [ It's a completely genuine exclamation, soft and awed, but he closes his mouth as soon as he realizes, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable. ] Hey, hi. This is Otis, by the way.

[ As Otis steps closer to Sansa, sniffing her. ]

6 March - after talking to Claire

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa decides to text about this issue rather than to talk face to face because it's embarrassing for her and she's also worried about reactions - both her own and Baby's. He's promised he won't hurt her and he hasn't, so far, but Claire has her worried that this thing she likes so much isn't going to work out if she doesn't progress further than she's comfortable with. She types and deletes several things before deciding on a final draft: )

I know you said that you didn't want me to look upon our time together as duty but I spoke with Claire today. She's a nurse? She says I ought to speak to you about my fear of the bed because you'll expect me to come to yours. I care for you and I trust you but I'm afraid of it. I don't deny you that because I don't care for you. It's because of what happened to me there.

[killertrack]

[ Before answering, Baby reads the message a few times, taking it in, making sure that he's not going to reply something wrong. He doesn't want to hurt Sansa, in any way, shape, or form, and he's kinda glad she picked text, himself - it's easier this way. ]

I would never want you to do something you are not comfortable with. Do I want to have sex with you? Sure, eventually, but not before you're ready, and definitely not if you don't want it. I don't expect anything so much that... I'd like to. But I'd never make you. And I promised I'd be patient, and we've only just started dating, so it's not like I'm thinking we should be having sex already.

I have to say, though, that I think I can probably make you feel good, without involving anything that might frighten you.

look! a multi-media message! that comes like a text!

[recoined]

( it's just an audio clip, because kimberly's an asshole. )

[killertrack]

what did you do?

[ Because Sansa hasn't told him anything. ]

action; after epic texting

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa is actually terribly nervous about the prospect of doing something more than just kissing with Baby but knowing what he intends and that it isn't meant to hurt her makes her brave enough to try. When afternoon creeps into evening, she puts Lady out for the night and lights candles in her bedroom, covering it all with a warm, soft glow that the overhead lights never seem to achieve. She uses rose oil and lilac on herself, dresses her hair so it falls in loose curls around her shoulders. She frets about what to wear for a long time even though it's pointless since some if not all of it will come off - she ultimately settles on a brocade dressing gown tied over her corset and chemise. It doesn't show anything but it is easy to remove should the time come to it. When she's ready, she sends Baby a text to let him know. )

You may come now. I'm ready.

[killertrack]

[ As he predicted, Baby doesn't get much sleep during the night. His mind is full of images, thoughts, replaying the potential scenarios over and over in his head, the different possibilities. It keeps him up well into the night, Otis dreaming for the two of them by his side, sprawled on Baby's bed.

He gets a few hours eventually, and the day doesn't actually move by as slowly as he thought it would - the shop is busy, and it's Gamora's day off so he's on his own. He considers going for a drive after the shop closes, but instead, he goes back to the bro palace, jumping in the shower and making sure he's washing the day off. He gets changed, slightly fancier than his usual fare, but barely - a button down instead of the usual t-shirt. He makes sure Robbie will look after Otis, and lets him know he might not come back to sleep.

When he gets her text, it sends his pulse skyrocketing immediately, even as he tries to stay calm. He's quick to get to the car, but he drives around the block a few times just to get himself in the right frame of mind. He doesn't want to appear too eager, wants to give Sansa the chance to change her mind if she wants.

But she doesn't, and half an hour after he gets her text, he knocks at her door. ]

2 April

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa spends enough time at Miles' apartment or has Miles over to hers often enough that it isn't out of the ordinary for her to let Lady out for the night and head over to spend the night with him and Otis. When she gets there, she's greeted by Robbie at the door and is swiftly told just to wait for Miles in his bedroom since he was currently in the bathroom. That is normal enough and Sansa pulls open the door quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone, when she looks up and sees Miles in an absolutely compromising position. She gasps out of shock and reflex and quickly tugs the door shut behind her so no one else can peer in. )

I...I'm so sorry! I didn't know! I would never have...

[killertrack]

[ Oh, God. Oh God oh God oh God, this is the kind of scenario Baby honestly only ever thought happened in American Pie. But here he is, a night he thought he'd be alone for, having settled down in bed, and made himself a nice little selection of moments from the past couple of weeks in his head, memories of Sansa shaking apart as she comes, of the flush in her cheeks as she begs for more, of the moments of boldness she showcased, letting him touch her, caress her, put his mouth on her...

It only took minutes for him to get fully hard, legs spread on his bedsheets and head tilted back, hand around his erection, loose and slow, her name on his lips like a mantra. And that situation is when the door opened, when the gasp happened, when Baby's eyes flew open and he immediately grabbed his sheets, pulling them haphazardly over his lap as he looked at Sansa, now in his room with the door shut behind her, his chest heaving and embarrassment creeping up red along his neck. ]

Oh no I'm - I'm sorry, I should have locked the door!

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa is spending this evening at Miles' apartment, the one he shares with Robbie. Unlike the last time she'd come over, she'd announced herself and hadn't walked in on him in a delicate position so she's simply enjoying his space for the time being. She's particularly affectionate, even if still fully-clothed, and nestled up alongside him in bed while she works on one of her seemingly-endless sewing projects. )

If you'd like, I can put this away in a moment and focus my attentions elsewhere.

( He hasn't ever turned her down for that so Sansa is smiling brilliantly, liking her chances for it. )

[killertrack]

[ Baby's had a long day. With Gamora leaving Cadelle, the responsibilities of B-Sides had gone back solely to him, and while he could handle it, it was an amount of pressure he hadn't felt in a little while. He'd gotten used to the easier rhythm he'd allowed his life to get to, and the easy feeling of working with Gamora.

There's also a bit of restlessness to it, maybe - maybe a little reckless, too, an itch under his skin, something screaming for him to get some space. He hasn't gone on a drive by himself for a while, just some time for him to set his head straight, to breathe.

It's probably why Sansa's offer suddenly rubs him the wrong way. It's not that he doesn't adore her, because he does. He does, but he's also spent every evening, if not entire days with her since their relationship became more serious, and he feels ready to burst at the seams. It's not her fault, and he knows that, but he can't help himself, as he moves away from her on the bed, shifting so that he's sitting on the side of the bed, feet on the floor, his back to her. ]

It's okay, Sansa. You don't have to do that, all the time.

text.

[recoined]

dude
really

[killertrack]

jesus christ

i feel terrible enough, i don't need you to lecture me on top of it