Post by GAMBIT HARRISON SLADE. on Sept 18, 2012 13:43:50 GMT -5
but my hearts been shot .
ohai thur~
OPEN . 543 . OUTFIT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 390px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] "i've been here, i've been there, i've been every fuckin' where-" blarred from the shop's stereo, gambit mirroring james' singing with his own as he worked on his boss' baby. "-so what, so what, you boring little cunt!" it probably wasn't the best song to have on for potential customers to come in on, but gambit really didn't give a rats ass. he was running the shop for the day, so that meant that he was in charge of the stereo and what it blasted. if he wanted to listen to metallica, and any poor bastard had a problem with it that wanted to mention it, gambit wouldn't have a problem jerking them off on their car price just to get them to go somewhere else. coming between that man and his music was like coming between a starved dog and a cooked piece of steak; risky business. "well who cares, who cares what you do? yeah who cares, who cares about you?" he belted out, surfacing from underneath the old chevy's hood. tossing the wrench he'd been using onto his tool counter, he wiped his hands off on his already dirtied shirt, and made his way over to the mini fridge. still jamming to the music, only this time with his head rather than his own singing, he leaned down and opened up the fridge, withdrawing a cold Budweiser from the bottom shelf. straightening, kicking the door closed with the side of his converse, he twisted the cap off and tossed it into the nearby garbage. raising the beer to his lips, he took a few mouthfuls, releasing the bottle with a refreshed sigh. satisfied, he turned back around and went back to the truck that he was simply working on for the sake of doing something. taking a last swig, he set the bottle down and replaced it for the wrench, going back underneath the hood to the sound of his music. "i've had scank, i've had speed. i've jacked up until i bleed," he sang along once again, though his singing was cut short rather abruptly when his finger slipped, and he jammed it on one of the engine's screws. "so what, so what, you boring little- fuck!" shaking his hand off, he pouted his lower lip out as he inspected what damage had been done. considering it hadn't been that much of a jam, there was just a tiny red mark that he'd soon forget. however, for the time being, it stung pretty bad. wiping his hands off on his shirt again, gambit grabbed his beer bottle with his hurt hand and pressed his finger to the cold bottle. and, naturally, because it was in his hand, gambit didn't waste any time in raising the rim to his lips for another swig. the sound of an engine made gambit pull his swig short, and after swallowing what was in his mouth, he set the bottle down to come investigate who'd pulled into the shop's parking lot. moving to the opening of one of the garage doors, gambit leaned against the side of it, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he took in the vehicle. "hey," he greeted with a casual nod. "what'dya need?" |
