Board Thread:The Mech Bay Bar'n'Grill/@comment-24866242-20140514220513/@comment-24930445-20140518013858

Her sudden and complete stillness was the only reaction he recieved. Inside her mind were a flurry of words and actions her body never interpreted. For a few moments, only the music kept the sound of crickets at bay, then, just as suddenly, she held out a greasy hand towards him. "Gimme th' 5/16th socket, will ya?  Carb's been cleaned an' git yer damn beer off m'friggin car!  Y'd nae treat yer...  my 'cudda like a friggin bar table, would ya?"

She hadn't fooled him. Though she had tried to stop it, the hand trembled. Sighing, she lowered it to the equally greasy rag and began to wipe her hands as she pulled herself out from under the hood.

She tried to force the tear away, but the damn thing had a mind of its own. "Welcome home.  Where th' hell y'been, m'boy-o?"

She seriously considered launching herself at him... lord knew she wanted to in the worst way. She needed to make sure he was real, though some part of her already knew he was. He was just lucky she realized how greasy she was though, in truth, she thought that perhaps he deserved a bit of dirt for disappearing for so long.

No, she was honest enough with herself not to blame their seperation all on him. It had been her fault as much as his, but, looking at him, it was almost as if the last ten years or so had never passed.

His only warning was "Fuck-it" before he was suddenly in her arms and, to his shock and amazement, she was actually sobbing.