Wasteland Oasis (Clyde's Base)

[Abram Dabra]

The gas station slash mechanic shop was still pretty trashed. But over the last few weeks he had cleaned up all of the garbage out of the place. He even found a cot for the back. The parking lot's cement was crumbled and broken, and the paint was peeling along the side of the walls. The old beat up truck still sat out front needing some work. A few other broken down cars had joined them. Projects for the future.

The old sign for the gas station was painted over and in it's place the words Wasteland Oasis. It was a rough job, but if one was to stand back and use their imagination they could see a bright future for the place. At least Clyde did. Someday this place was going to look nice. And the sign wouldn't be a piece of shit.

Clyde was in his normal attire in the garage. Busy at work putting the finishing touches on his winch. It was nice to have one of these back in to working condition! Next he was probably going to have to work on the helmet. That or try to figure out how to make a fresh batch of smoke bombs. No, helmet first. He didn't want his own bombs to work against him. Plus he still needed to work on making some booby traps for the base. Just in case someone decided to fuck with him.

"Oh yeah baby. You are looking fucking gorgeous."

He giggled as he held up the winch and tightened the straps.

"Daddy is gonna take real good care of you, I promise."

[Mitsuki Park]

Mitsuki was on her bike (look, it's so purty), travelling toward a place called "Wasteland Oasis" where apparently a tech genius ran the place. Clyde would hear the soft purring of an engine when she was at a distance...getting louder the closer she got. The shell of her bike looked as if it was run by oil, but upon a more in depth inspection, one would realize that it was run by electricity. Mitsuki had a heavy interest in cars and bikes, thanks to her brother and - consequently - her ex-boyfriend (Andrew Black). Because she spent so much time in the garage with her brother and other engineers back in Chicago, she at least knew how to switch a regular engine for an electric powered one.

But unfortunately, it was still loud- and, not as fast.

Gas mask was on as she pulled into the shop. Eyes flickered toward the...boy? Man? Working on something in the garage. If the engine of her bike didn't grab his attention...

"...do you run this place?"

Still on the bike. Waiting.

[Abram Dabra]

He had just finished putting on the winch and was adjusting the fit. Tightening the straps so that it was snug and high up on his back. Easy to have his cloak over it, but high enough that it would be able to fire up through the opening in the cloak. It didn't do a great job of hiding it though, one could still see the bulky form of it. But the cloak wasn't meant to hide it, it was just extra protection from the elements. That and it could have versatile use in the field.

Looking up from his work as he heard the engine of the bike before he saw it. A surprise since not many people drove through here. Other than himself that was. His hand moved to grab a large wrench from his work bench as the figure on the bike pulled up. His reflective helmet just staring at her in silence. However under his mask his jaw nearly dropped.

Man look at those legs! I bet she has a great ass.

His eyes slowly trailed up her body, taking in every curve that her outfit revealed, which sadly wasn't nearly as much as he would prefer with the Kevlar vest and jacket on.

Come to Papa baby. Tell me what I can do for you. I bet she heard about what a badass I was in Barker territory. Or maybe she heard about what a mechanical genius I was from the old fart up North. Maybe she wants something with a little more power between her legs. Well baby I got allllll the power you need.

His eyes finally made it up to her face as she spoke, which was blocked out by the gas mask. That earned a small frown because he couldn't tell if she was an uggo under the mask. Cause if she was some ugly buck toothed wench that might be a deal breaker. Though he could always flip her over and go from behind while letting her wear the mask. Actually yeah, that might be hot. Doing it with their masks on.

Oh you naughty little minx you. That must be what you are after.

"I sure do. Whatcha need baby doll?"

He slipped the wrench in to his belt and started walking up to the bike with a bit of a swagger in his step.

[Mitsuki Park]

...baby doll...? Eh. If name calling was going to give her what she wants.

"I need him to go faster," she started, gesturing to her bike, "...and I want him silent."

She swung her legs off to one side before walking her bike over, closer towards him. She didn't think she'd have to tell him that it was electrically run- if he tinkered with it, he'd know about it himself. She had heard he was some sort of technical genius, so...telling him might actually offend him, and she didn't want to do that.

"...can you do it?"

She pulled off her mask.

[Abram Dabra]

And the face was good! Thank all the merciful heavens! She had a face he wouldn't mind looking at, and seeing her walk the bike, the way her hips moved, and a bit of her figure. Yeah he could definitely help her, in more ways than one.

Damn, I'd like to split her like lumber...

"Oh I can do it Kobe Tai, but what's in it for me? Whatcha offering?"

He asked moving to allow her in to his garage as he slipped in behind her, bending over to not so subtly check out her ass. His right hand reaching out to attempt to give it a quick pinch.

[Mitsuki Park]

...it was as if she had eyes on the back of her head. She would turn around to face him, pupils narrowing, almost questioning. It would not be in his favor to touch her- she hated being touched by strangers.

"Cash."

She also didn't need his services- she knew David Blaze was also mechanically savvy. If he asked for a price that seemed unreasonable, she would just go to him- it's just that she didn't want to inconvenience him with something like this.

Money was one thing she never seemed to be short on. It was interesting to see, how even in a post-apocalyptic world, the monetary system was still in place.

She wouldn't even bother correcting him in calling her 'Kobe Tai' (whoever that was).

Name your price.

...and he better not ask her to name hers first.

[Abram Dabra]

It's like she was speaking his other language when she told him that she was going to be paying in cash! He started seeing dollar signs super imposed on lenses for his helmet! It would be a lot easier to pay for the parts he needed than to wheel and deal for them.

He grinned behind his helmet, his eyes doing one more sweep over her body before he moved to the bike. Not answering her question yet as he ran his hands over the casing. Closing his eyes.

"Oh yeah, she is a beauty."

He let out a stupid giggle.

"Electric motor."

He bent down to get a better look at the parts, making quick appraisals.

"Suspension needs work. And I'm guessing it's got a max speed of what? 120? 130 miles per hour?"

In a wasteland that was pretty fast, but he thought he might be able to tweak things a bit.

"Lighter parts will speed her up but make it louder, I could work up a new muffling system to compensate."

But it would take some time.

"When did you need this done by?"

Because that would heavily impact price.

[Mitsuki Park]

"A week would be ideal- two would be pushing it."

[Abram Dabra]

"Hmmmm."

He tapped the glass part of his mask as he looked over the bike again. Not enough time to rebuild it. At least he didn't want to rush it.

"Alright then I will work on the pistons, give them a bigger head. See about upping the power on your battery to give you a bit more power. And I can rework your muffling system a bit. I can do it in a week and a half."

To be safe. And he turned to face her and let out another perverted giggle.

"As for price sugar buns. How about five hundred and a night with yours truly?"

First offer on the table.

[Mitsuki Park]

She ignored his last comment...but jeez, how many nicknames can a guy come up for a girl he just met? -_-;;;;;;

She took out a small wad of cash from her butt pocket and toss it his way. $300 in $20 bills.

"No to the night. I'll pay the rest when I pick him up."

[Abram Dabra]

He caught the ward of bills and counted through them to count it out. He frowned when she refused the second part of his offer. He took some money off for that.

"Double it then. Thousand. I knocked off half because I thought you would be a little handful."

Preferably two little handfuls!

[Mitsuki Park]

... was he placing a price on her? Mildly insulting. To spend the night with him, he should be paying her...but these are just the narrator's thoughts. His words to Mitsuki went in one ear and out the other. They held no weight. Just ... words.

...but a thousand to fix up her bike, when really, she could probably get it done for free...

"Eight hundred."

She would compromise- $750 would have been right in the middle. At least she rounded up.

[Abram Dabra]

"Deal."

He would have done it for seven hundred. But she didn't need to know that. It was a shame though, that would have been a good night for him at least. Tucking the cash into one of his many pockets he beckoned for her to follow him inside to the gas station area of his building.

The shelves were stacked with twinkies and other snack cakes as well as a few odds and ends that he had picked up. He didn't seem to pay them much mind and if she followed he would lead her to the counter where he pulled out several documents and started writing.

"What's your name hot ass?"

[Mitsuki Park]

She'd follow him inside.

"Mitsuki Park."

...but...did it matter? I mean, was he going to actually call her by her name? >.> But she gave him her name anyway-- probably for the paperwork.

[Abram Dabra]

It was totally for the paperwork. He spent several minutes writing it all out before sliding it over to her. Moving around the counter to look over it with her. She might have questions!

"So this contract states that you Mitsuki Park agree to pay me, the owner of The Wasteland Oasis the sum of $800 upon completion of upgrades to your bike. Said upgrades are designed with increasing the maximum speed of your bike and muffling the noise it produces. Failure on your part to pay you agree to hand over the bike as collateral."

He hands her the pen.

"Sign here please."

He gestures where he needs her to sign.