not about angels

“Not yet.” He took a step closer, leaning over her shoulder to peer under the hood. “Probably.”

“I’ll pay you.” Fizz said firmly, staring down at her car with a somewhat sad expression. “I love this car.”

“Just- stop. Stop. You’re just bangin’ random shit.”

“Well, do you know what’s wrong with it? Are you able to fix it?”

Trayson’s lips pressed together, scrunching up on one side at her question. “I don’t like formal introductions or small talk. Boring.” He snatched up his drink as soon as it touched the counter, downing the entire thing in one swift movement. “How about you just tell me how pretty I am?” His lips contorted into a crooked smirk as he gave her a wink, “And I guess you’re alright yourself.”

Fizz’s eyebrow quirked up, a small smile spreading across her lips. “Right, boring.” She echoed his words and brought her drink to her lips carefully, as if it were a complicated move that she couldn’t quite get, but honestly, Fizz was just trying not to spill the drink on her new dress. Sending the bartender a flirtatious wink, the brunette forced her attention back on the man that had bought her drink. “You’re a very pretty boy,” she mused. “but we both know that between the two of us, I carry the looks here.”

“Beats me.”

“Ha. Funny. You know, I said the same thing about you when I first met you, but look where we are now.”

Just curious. We outlaws have to stick together, right?

I’m      what? There’s no... gang with that name. And no, I’m not one of them. 

Hey, wait a minute! 

Why do you want to know?

The girl smiled and leaned closer, causing his own smirk to broaden. Was she flirting with him? It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, of course - she’d be a fool not to. Then she was gathering herself back in her seat and told him her order, to which he tapped his hand on the bar a few times to get the attention of the tender. “Beer. And not the skunk ass kind, alright?” Tray glanced at Fizz briefly before bringing his view back to the bartender, “And a vodka and coke. More vodka or else I’m paying for a fuckin’ coke, not a drink.”

Fizz rolled her eyes and sent a charming smile towards the bartender. “More vodka, less coke.” She agreed with another smile before the bartender was off, making their drinks. “So,” Fizz murmured to him, her fingers dancing along the table top in tune to the music thumping in the background. “Is this where we do formal introductions or do we skip that and attempt at small talk?” Fizz asked coyly, a sly smile forming on her lips. 

“Wow, nice to see you too, man. To be fair, you kinda spooked me, too.” Ramona sat down on the window sill, swinging her long legs childishly. She yawned and rubbed at her eye with the heel of her hand. “It took me, like, seven years to drive out here. Shit, what time is it?”

“It’s almost curfew,” Fizz replied back, rolling her eyes at the girl and got comfortable in her chair with a blanket thrown around her. “And no shit, we’re out this far for a reason, it doesn’t take an idiot to realise that.”

“Shhh! Chill the fuck out, I’m just dropping off your thing.”

“Who the      Ramona, you scared the living fuck out of me.”

“I’m aging out, Fizz.”

“As I’m sure some of you remember, my birthday is in a few weeks.”

“What the hell?”

Trayson’s brow perked in mild interest as he examined her, thinking she seemed a bit nervous. Maybe that meant he could get some fun out of this. It didn’t matter. Right now, he put on his charming face, all suave smiles that hinted at some compassion.

A slow, precise smile slipped across her face and Fizz leaned closer, resting her head in her hands. After a few moments, she straightened and leaned back in her seat, looking at him with mild content. “I’ll have a... Vodka and coke. Thanks.” 

So you were complaining out loud why? Someone might actually buy one for you if you didn’t have such a- [ he waves his hands in the air in front of her air for a couple seconds ] -bitchy look.

Bitchy look? That’s just     that’s just my face. I think, um. Don’t really know? [blinks rapidly at him, staring at his hands warily] What, were you offering? I doubt it.

Yeah. That’s how the world fuckin’ works, darlin’.