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Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through her veins so heavily that she moved so quickly. Though admittedly Emmett wasn't often the most patient of people, she usually had a bit more of a handle on herself - most often than not waiting for someone else to make any sort of move before herself. But there was something about this pretty girl driving her car that was absolutely irresistible. There was a moment where she almost thought she had made the wrong move - where reciprocation didn't come so quickly - but the thought was silenced when it did come. The hand on her shoulder did well to keep the mechanic in place.
Her breath felt heavy again already, and when her dark eyes opened she immediately caught sight of slate ones. The comment made brought an airy laugh escape her lips as she leaned back, though only a fraction.
"I've never seen anyone else drive like that." Emmett denoted, gaze wandering down to the lips she had just pressed her own against, and then up again.
This town had plenty of twists and turns, and it wasn't entirely surprising that Emmett had no idea where she was by the time they pulled into a dirt road. In a different situation, she might have been nervous, but if this girl was going to murder her now, she definitely deserved the kill after a beautiful stunt like that. "Thanks. She's my sweetheart." Her fingertips crazed the line of the window, truly appreciating the machine, but she felt the weight of pretty eyes on her and turned to catch them.
"I'd say you do the same." Her jaw ached, but she couldn't stop her smile. What had been a slow day turned into the most exciting time she's had in a while. Who would have thought a truck ditching the scene of an accident could have caused that? She almost wanted to thank whatever asshole did it.
Emmett pressed down on the buckle of her seatbelt, hauling it off as she leaned across the middle console of the car. "You are amazing," she announced, before trying to catch the other's lips.
Windows rolled down going so quickly made the wind howl almost as loud as the girl driving Emmett's car. Her hand curled around the top of the car door, though only to steady herself rather than any sort of fear. She felt the force of speed press her against the seat as they flew down the stretch of road. It was the perfect condition for what she was attempting - and it showed as dark eyes shot down towards the dash. The moment she caught sight of the speedometer she let out another thrilled yell, hair whipping around her face.
This time, she was breathless as they took the turn so beautifully, even if it did hit the other lane a moment. She was pressed against the door, but it didn't matter as she laughed and grinned. When they straightened out she clapped her hands together with another loud laugh before looking over at Deb again. It was almost too good that she hadn't caught the number that Emmett saw.
"Fuck me, you hit one twenty-five!" Even if she was beat in her own car, Emmett couldn't be more happy for the rush of it. "Jesus Christ, you're good!"
With just a nudge of physical contact, Emmett felt the fault in her step as she turned on her heel, stepping backwards so she could just look for another moment longer. There was a twitch in her hands to reach out before she got into the passenger side. It was weird sitting in the passenger seat of her own car, and she realized she never actually let anyone take the wheel of her old Fiat. It put a higher spike in her pulse, but it certainly wasn't bad.
She let out a breathless laugh and drew the belt across her chest, clipping it into place as she stuck an arm out the window. It always took a bit to get used to a new car, but she seemed to know what she was doing from Emmett's perspective. She didn't ask where they were going - that was part of the thrill of riding shotgun. Losing that control she so often liked to grasp onto.
That question brought her gaze back to Deb, teeth sinking down into her lip as she grinned. "I hit one-twenty. Once." It was a practical dare.
Her reaction was perfect - if Emmett's grin could grow any wider, it would have in that moment. Breathless, with a single word pointing towards Emmett made the mechanic want to hear it again. What came was even better, because she couldn't hold back the words from escaping her lips. "Just you wait," she breathed. Because what was starting to become something like an impromptu date with a stranger was hardly over.
She unfastened the seatbelt and popped open the drivers side door, slipping out to cross over towards the other side of the car. "Show me what you've got, Deb." It was the first time she tried her name - short and straight to the point. No complaints there.
Emmett knew so few people that actually enjoyed this kind of excitement, and it was thrilling to find someone who laughed and stuck her head out the window with such genuine joy. A glance was enough to catch her eyes, and to continue with the joy ride. She maneuvered the car around the lot with skilled hands and a heavy foot. Were they in a different car, she'd throw it in the mud, but this was more than enough enjoyment as it was.
Eventually, she brought the car to a fast halt, her own body jerking from the momentum as she let out a loud laugh, hands leaving the steering wheel and running through her own hair. "Wanna go at it?" She asked, gesturing to the wheel with her own wide grin. Given her Beetle and the shape it was in, she had a strange confidence in this stranger.
At the suggestion of rolling windows down, Emmett knew this was going to be better than great. She dragged the tie out of her own hair, letting blonde locks fly as they sped down the road. With the accompaniment of good music and an intoxicating grin, Emmett was thrilled, and when she slowed down and looked over towards the bright-haired girl, she was glad to see she was enjoying herself, too.
It was all the queue she needed, and Emmett was hitting the gas again. She gained as much speed as she could from one end of the lot to the other, nearing a bunch of trees that cut the lot to an abrupt end. At the last moment, Emmett cranked on the wheel, shifting before hauling on the e-break and doing a sharp turn in the car. Within moments, they were already turned around, and she was heading straight for the middle and doing donuts.
"Woooo!" Emmett yelled out in her own excitement, taking the risk of turning her gaze towards the passenger seat.
Emmett was - in some ways - a risk taker. But really, she didn't consider the consequences of getting in a fast car with a pretty girl. Her pulse raced for an entirely different reason with the response she was given. Fast - no matter the meaning - was usually how Emmett worked. Her tongue ran the length of her own lips as she considered a witty response, but dropped it in favor of giving the top of her car two quick pats. "Great."
It was great, and with a quickening in her own pace, Emmett went to the drivers seat of the car and hopped in. Seatbelt fastened and keys in the ignition, she put an arm behind the passenger headrest and backed out. Once she insured the garage doors were closed, Emmett hit the clutch, and then the gas. The car could certainly go, because suddenly they were speeding down the road.
"There are tapes in the glove box. Take a pick." She kept the car in good shape, but also never updated the cassette player. Tapes were fun though. She continued zooming down the road for a few miles until they came across a large empty lot where she slowed down. With eyebrows raised, she looked at the bright haired girl with a wide grin. "You ever drift before?"
The familiar burning sensation of a strong drink was welcoming, and within seconds she already took another sip. The momentary stress of that girl was already escaping her, and she couldn't be happier. Better, was that she had the best company possible. Because although Emmett laughed, it wasn't pointed at the brunette. Rather, she found the whole situation amusing.
"Honestly, same." Emmett admitted, having tried to recall the girl's name when she had approached them and failed.
She hummed against the glass for a moment, eyes drawn to her companion for the evening. "Wanna get out of here?"
It was a universal agreement. More alcohol. Thank god for that. Emmett was close behind Alice as they made their way back to the bar, putting a palm against the counter as the other pushed back long blonde locks. "Two of those." Emmett announced, agreeing with the brunette. It was always awkward dealing with those she had met in the past, an exception being the woman standing beside her.
What was meant to be a glance in Alice's direction became more, because she caught the brunette's eyes. It put a smile to her lips as she then let out a loud laugh. "We might have to cross reference some sort of list." That was, if either of them cared enough to have a list.
When the drinks were set in front of them, Emmett lifted her glass towards Alice before taking a large swig.
Admittedly she assumed the possibility of her words, even if she didn't truly know. But as they came out of her mouth, she sounded confident, and although Emmett didn't catch the way Alice nodded, the look on the girl's face was enough to know she made her point. She still looked angry, but at least she didn't look like she could implode at any given moment. The mechanic lifted her hand, pressing her palm to the side of her face with a light pat. A goodbye. "She has a point. You really don't want to date either of us."
Taking steps backwards, she returned to her friend's side, slinging and arm around her waist. "We really suck at it." It was enough for the girl to just nod quietly, and within moments she was turning away all together. Thank god.
Emmett let out a loud sigh, looking back at Alice. "I need a fucking drink."
Emmett was starting to believe that nothing they would say would make this girl happy, even if they had given an apology - something Emmett would never find herself doing. As for Alice? Well, she knew the brunette well enough, and as she spoke she stayed true to her form. It was appreciated.
"I just--" The girl sounded angrier than when she first approached them, and Emmett put a hand up, stepping forward towards her it worked to cut her off, and soon she put that same hand on her shoulder, giving it a little squeeze even if risking being slapped for it.
"Look," Emmett started, and when the girl opened her mouth to protest, she cocked her head to the side. She let the mechanic continue. "I didn't know you wanted more than a one time thing - and that's cool that you want a relationship or somethin' and all. But - do you really want one of us to be the one calling you back?" She paused, looking over her shoulder to Alice briefly before turning her attention back to the girl. "Say I said I'd go on a date with you tomorrow or something. I'm still probably gonna fuck her tonight - and that's not gonna make you feel so great, now is it? So why bother?"
There was no better way to run into an old fling than with someone who was just as bad as herself - if not arguably worse, in the best of ways. Because at least Alice was straight to the point - something Emmett wasn't the best at. She did manage a smile that was borderline charming, given the circumstances. Because she was starting to really recall the prior encounter she had with this girl - specifically series of text messages that came her way in the following two weeks.
Were she in this by herself, she might have handled it with a little more grace, but bad influence and alcohol ran through her veins. "Look, it's got nothing to do with you." She tried still, though unsuccessfully considering the look she was still given. "We don't call anyone back."
Emmett's agility aided her in dancing, because at the very least she could follow along, and Alice was certainly someone to try and keep up with. She moved so naturally that Emmett couldn't stop the way she stared or grinned. That was, until they were interrupted. First, she noticed the way her dance partner had stopped, which in turn caused her own arms to drop as she looked at the cause of it all.
Her eyebrows raised at the familiar face, but she smiled regardless of the unimpressed expression she was wearing. "What's up." It was the best greeting Emmett could come up with, considering the awkward circumstances. She glanced at Alice, making an educated guess that she shared similar experiences with this girl.
"Of course you two would be together." The girl said, accusation heavy in her tone.
Emmett's lips pressed together in an attempt to suppress a laugh before gaining composure again. "Uh, what?"
Emmett wasn't usually so forward to most that walked into her garage, but there was something about that grin that got the better the mechanic. It fueled her own mischivious personality, which almost always lead to bad decisions. At least this Deb approved of it.
She pressed her palms to the car, leaning down towards to the bright haired girl. Close, but not so much that she really invaded her personal space, even if she was starting to believe she was invited into, given the response.
"Let's find out. But first, buckle up." It was too good of an opportunity not to take those words literally. They had just been talking about cars, after all. "I hope you like to go fast."
