➹BEEPER

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"It had better be an emergency."
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[synanthrope]

[She considers it]

I have a new mechanic. He's very good with metal.

[intheblanks]

You do?

[Chase is likely to run into him eventually, either way.]

[synanthrope]

Yes. Erik.

[intheblanks]

[Not familiar - though he has heard the name once this week, that could be coincidence. But he'll bear it in mind.]

I was thinking more of buying something.

[synanthrope]

[She considers this]

Whatever you buy, I'll fix it.

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Deal.

[And he returns his attention to the road.]

I'll make sure it doesn't offend your sensibilities.

[synanthrope]

You're so thoughtful that way. I would make it better anyway.

Do you know where you're taking me?

[intheblanks]

Not really.

[Though somewhere to park will probably be the ultimate objective.]

[synanthrope]

Well, the tank is full.

[Pleased.]

[intheblanks]

I'll make sure to save enough to get you home safe.

[Because now they're out of the pedestrian areas he's going to burn some of that gas.]

[synanthrope]

That's very gentlemanly.

[intheblanks]

I hold doors open, too.

[synanthrope]

I'm well aware of your merits.

[intheblanks]

Just trying to make sure I'm worth keeping around.

[It's unfortunate that there's a grain of truth in this, but it's nothing to dwell on.]

Do you know where you'd like to be taken?

[synanthrope]

I have no preferences.

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[Though something tells him not the forest. He keeps neatly to the edges of the wooded areas, circling the city until the grey sky gives up the downpour it's been holding in and, for visibility's sake, he pulls in beside an old, abandoned barn.]

[synanthrope]

This is a heavy rain.

[She moves forward so she can take a closer look]

[intheblanks]

Ark building weather. [He looks up through the downpour.] Probably too far off midnight for that to be literal.

[synanthrope]

[Her shoulders hunch]

Yes.

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[He watches her.]

It won't last long.

[Though of course there's no guarantee that's true, and the rain seems to pound down more heavily in denial.

He rests a hand against the small of her back, smoothing circles.]

Do you know if anyone owns this place?

[synanthrope]

[She takes a breath]

No. It's abandoned.

[intheblanks]

Okay. Good.

[He leans in for a second, resting his head against hers.]

You drive.

[And then he's out of the car, into the driving rain, grateful that the ground hasn't turned to mud yet so he has something solid to wedge his foot against while he pushes open the hefty barn doors.]

[synanthrope]

[She moves and slips into the drivers seat and when the door is open she drives the car in.

Once the car is in the barn, which is remarkably dry, she moves to get him a towel from the back. She keeps an entire set of clothes, for her and for him, in the back, just in case.]

[intheblanks]

[...Of course she does.]

Who trained you, the boy scouts?

[synanthrope]

You like to have sex in strange places sometimes.

[As if that's an explanation]

Are you complaining?