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What was meant to be a quick ride back to the shop quickly turned into an advertisement, offered with such fluidity that Emmett almost thought that the woman purposefully planned her car breaking down just to hand out that flyer. It pulled a laugh out of the mechanic as she glanced at the flyer. It was an interesting sell, that was for sure. Her gaze turned back to the road as she saw the familiar driveway of her garage, and she pulled into it before putting the truck into park.
Briefly, she thought to say she didn't understand the idea of watching women undress themselves when she could easily go into a bar find one to bring home, but there was a quick reminder to herself that she was working - and she had to remain at least a little professional, even if she was the boss of her own business.
So instead, she gave a little hum in response. "We're here." She replied, opening the door and hoping outside to start lowering the car off the tow. "You can hang out here as long as you need for your friend to come by."
In the time she'd known them, it was impossible to imagine Alex and Sam separated. Emmett honestly doubted it would ever happen, but she had no real way of knowing the inner workings of their relationship. Siblings carried a weird connection. More, were twins. These two might have had a strange relationship, but they made it work. And though she didn't wish for her friend to move away, she wouldn't entirely blame her if she had. Emmett did, after all.
"Hey, you never know. He might, and then you'd just have to get used to someone else being around." She laughed, shoving her hands in her pockets to combat the cooler air. "I mean, does he even want to go out into the real world?"
A smirk from a bartender was likely a dangerous game to play, but it only made Emmett's grin grow as she leaned against the counter, eyebrows quirking upward. "Yeah, why not?" She replied with a shrug, reaching into her back pocket and dragging out a card, setting it against the bar top for when she returned, and in the meantime she let her gaze linger on the blonde as she prepared a drink of question.
And when it was set in front of her, she laughed. It sounded like something of a dare, and Emmett was always one to hold up on any end of one. Fingers curled around the tall glass, holding it up like a sort of cheers to the woman that brought it to her before tilting it back and taking a long gulp without hesitation.
Though it took Teddy time to make her way to the couch, Emmett didn't compain about in. Instead she took a long swig of her beer. It was only when the lawyer found her way to her did she stretched out along the couch, head resting on Teddy's lap as she looked up at her.
"Nothing good." Mostly because there wasn't a hockey game on that she could invest her interests in. "Some show about this lady moving to the suburbs and starting a garden and shit." Really, it was just something that tye mechanic flipped to and couldn't be bothered changing. "I could put on a movie or somethin' if you what."
Emmett hummed in response to the woman's answer. Really, they seemed so intertwined as they were, but this was coming from someone whose exceptional coordination and balance translated into just about everything but moving gracefully to a beat. Of course, she could dance and have fun, but nowhere near in a practiced routine. To each their own though.
The Green Fairy. Emmett was sure she'd remember a name like that, but it came across as unfamiliar to the blonde. She spared a glance over to the redhead. "Nope, 'fraid not. Is it local?"
It was no unknown fact that Emmett liked to get a rise out of people at times, especially those she didn't necessarily like. So this was the perfect opportunity to take, and it looked like the idea didn't bother Teddy at all. It made it all the more better. Her grin was growing at the idea of coffee and breakfast, all too quick to take her up on it.
"You spoil me, love." Emmett replied, head cocking to the side as she watched her before taking a step away. Quick footing brought her to the couch, flopping down on her back and careful not to spill any of the liquid from her bottle. "C'mere."
Teddy had a valid point. Stillness was not a quality Emmett was known for. She couldn't imagine trying to follow along with the slow pace of it all. It was enough to deter her from the thought entirely.
Because something far better had come to mind, and she was grinning wickedly before she could even bring the words to air. "So you're telling me I get to drive you to work the morning after your date with Olivia?" She could only imagine the paralegal's face if she found out. "Since your car is at the firm and all, I'll bring you right to your office door."
Deb didn't have to talk for Emmett to know the answer to her question; it was clear from her facial expression, which was quick to catch her curiosity. Fortunately, a story was quick to follow. The mechanic brought the mug up to her lips again, taking a long sip of the bitter liquid, listening with amusement. It definitely sounded like the girl was making a poor decision, but Emmett was familiar with stubbornness in customers. "At least she realized in the end, right?" Emmett mused, shaking her head with amusement. It was funny how people often didn't trust professional opinions.
Emmett paused briefly - she could often hold up a conversation upon first meeting someone, but diving into details was usually a struggle. More often than not, she didn't invest herself that long. "So what's the story behind your bug?"
Emmett was happy to pull the bartender's attention away from the television and towards herself, though not entirely for her desire to have a drink in her hands. Her grin widened when she came close, leaning in a little closer as she tilted her head to the side, even daring to glance at the wheel on the wall. It was far too early for shots, and she had a big job lined up in the morning. It was probably dangerous territory to dive into that.
Instead she let her eyes settle on the blonde again. "What do you recommend on tap?" She asked.
Emmett had to laugh at the mentioning of her track record. Really, her friend was right, and it wasn't hard to see the humor in that. "Maybe I'll just go run into her at one of those yoga things or something." It wasn't unlike Emmett to insert herself into a situation. "How hard could it be?" Especially with her balance.
Another bite, and the rest of the slice had disappeared. "Wait, did she drop you off here?"
The bar Emmett decided to settle down in on any given night always had a multitude of factors to consider. If there was a game on, a television broadcasting it was absolutely necessary. The gay bar was often a second choice, but lately she'd run into a few too many familiar faces. Those often of women that weren't happy with the lack of communication after a night. Tonight? She decided with a place she was starting to consider a favorite. At least she changed out of her grease stained shirt and jeans, though she refused to dress up, opting to still stay casual with a denim jacket and tight black jeans. At the bar, she slid off her jacket, revealing the plain white shirt she sported, and took a seat.
Hazel eyes wandered down the length of the bar, catching sight of a bartender that brought a grin to her face. Something about pretty bartenders always got to her. Immediately, she put up a hand in hopes to get her attention.
Emmett was grinning at the memory. It was easy to recall the embarrassment he felt being sent in and forced to apologize. There was no foul in it though, mostly because the guy ended up paying for a radiator he hadn't even needed somewhere else. That within itself was a good enough lesson, but that didn't mean Emmett wasn't a little smug over it all.
Her eyes went wide at the idea of working in a hair studio during prom. She herself skipped out - mostly because it wasn't her jam to get dressed up and go to a supervised party, but she definitely recalled the craziness around it. For the mechanic, it sounded like a nightmare. She couldn't even stand being in the dorms during that time of year. It was like a fever had broken out. "If you like something that crazy, it must be your calling." Emmett laughed. "That's some skill right there."
As the question was turned on her, she shook her head. "Nah, but his girlfriend broke up with him and she's a regular now. Apparently she got a good impression of my work when I tried to save the guy money rather than just screwing him over." It would have been too easy. "Have you ever had anyone ask for just a really bad style?"
Emmett's eyebrows rose with hearing that the woman drove past her shop practically every day. But really, it wasn't that surprising. Stagfort was growing, and there was more than one mechanic in town. Her fingers drummed against the stick shift of the tow truck idly, eyes keeping forward. She could already see the shop down the road.
"Both, I guess." Emmett laughed a little, not really seeing the difference from her own perspective. Though that was coming from someone who lived and breathed oil and grease.
Once they were both in the truck, Emmett started the engine and started back for the garage. Part of her expected the woman to stay quiet much like she had on the drive there, but it seemed she was already more chatty after getting the apparent good news that her car needed a couple hundred dollars in repairs.
Her nose scrunched up, thinking back on the time frame of when she graduated and moved herself back to Oregon. "Just about six years now." Emmett settled on with a nod. It still seemed like just a few months ago, but time flew quickly. "What do you do?"
Usually Emmett was often the one holding up an end of a conversation, but the woman across from her did well enough to keep it flowing. Amusement immediately took her features at the question, her lips pressing together tightly as she let the thought settle for a few moments. There was many memories that filtered through her mind, but she had to give it time to find one that would do well to bring to the table. After a few seconds, she laughed lightly to herself, head shaking.
"One time this guy and his girlfriend came in, and he was so sure he knew what the problem was. Said it was the radiator. When I checked it out, I explained that he was just low on coolant. Didn't look like there was any damage to it. Of course, he wanted to argue about it and eventually he stormed off saying he'd go somewhere else. A week later, he came back 'cause his girlfriend made him come in and apologize. Guess he spent like four-hundred bucks on a new radiator and it wasn't the problem."
