ᶠᶦˣᶦᶰᵍ ˢʰᶦᵗ.

    ❛ Raspberry vodka please,  ❜ Spencer muttered, sighing into the air. He TUGGED at the ends of his leather jacket and leaned against the bar, ignoring basically everyone around him. He usually flew solo, but sometimes he needed a drink and this place was the only one he could 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎. Somehow he’d even managed to make a couple friends, but tonight was less about visited and more about forgetting. His plan was to get wasted, even though he hated when his head wasn’t clear. He just needed a ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. 

     still making new icons, but does anyone want a starter? feel free to like this I guess. SMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON okay I’ll stop.  also if anyone has good suggests for blogs, I don’t know if it’s just me not looking in the right places, but I’m having trouble finding new people to follow.

       hello  it   me.  i’m  back. 

        ❛  More  like  it’s  been  a  long  day  for  you,  looks  like.  Nah,  if  it’d  been  one  of  those  days,  I’d  be  ʟ ᴏ ᴄ ᴋ ᴇ ᴅ  in  my  warehouse  for  a  week,  you  know  me.  ❜  He  sat  back  and  put  his  hands  behind  his  head.  It  took  ˢᵖᵉᶜᶦᵃˡ  kinda  days  for  him  to  even  want  to  leave  his  place.  Sometimes  FRESH  air  did  the  trick  and  gave  him  a  new  perspective  and  all  that  jazz.  Going  to  university  had  made  him  realize  that  interacting  with  things  other  than  his  tools  could  be  at  least  a  little  bit  ᴠᴀʟᴜᴀʙʟᴇ.  He  raised  his  eyebrow  and  grinned  when  she  threw  the  towel  at  him,  batting  it  away  and  pretending  to  be  smug.  “Anytime,”  He  winked.  He  tried  not  to  do  too  much  though.  He  knew  how   ˢ ˡ ᶦ ᵐ ᵉ ʸ  some  of  the  other  mechanics  in  town  could  be,  just  in  general.  His  prices  were  pretty  fair,  but  a  lot  of  ‘em  were  just  out  for  money  or  being  a  public  NUSIANCE.  Ryder  never  wanted  to  be  like  that,  and  he  figured  she  got  him  enough  to  know  he  was  just  teasing.  She  didn’t  seem  to  despise   him   yet.  Good  signs.

         ❛ Wow, ᴅ ᴇ s ᴛ ʀ ᴏ ʏ  me with those cable wires, ❜  He called from the sidelines, grinning up at her. He hadn’t expected to meet anyone else. He didn’t go to those dumb tech conferences he had to for his internship in college. He didn’t COMMUNICATE  much with other shops. It was usually just business, and he liked it that way. Of course, somehow without him even trying, he’d met another mechanic and seemed to keep their conversations going. She was like..one of the only people who seemed to tolerate his banter and throw it right  ᵇ ᵃ ᶜ ᵏ , which is basically what the day mostly consisted of since going over there. He finally took a break from his projects and made time, just sitting around while she did her work and he said ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇ, dumb shit that should’ve 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 come out of his mouth. The CLASSICS. 

        Ryder just stared at the other as he pulled up on his motorcycle, already looking ᴅᴏɴᴇ  before they’d even hung out.  ❛ If you wanted to go and get tacos, you didn’t have to use ten pet names and make three inappropriate jokes. It’s kind of amazing how you can ˢ ⁿ ᵉ ᵃ ᵏ all of that into one text, but seriously. Do I fuckin’ look like an angel? ❜ He grumbled, motioning for him to get on. This was his life now apparently. 

        Ryder just stared for a second before sighing and leaning against the cashier counter.  ❛ I guess not as long as some government force isn’t on it’s way over here to ruin my shop.  ❜  Honestly, he probably should’ve been nervous, but he doubted there was any reason there would be danger. Why would anyone want to kill a random tech guy anyway? It’s not like he was Tony Stark. He threw his towel down and crossed his arms as he stared back at the other, wondering why of literally all the places out there, he’d come there. His shop was kinda hidden because of personal preference and also half of it being a warehouse turned business. Maybe it was good for keeping secret? Or maybe he was makin’ an emergency stop. ❛ Something ya need? Parts? ❜  Better just to ask. 

    ❛ I hate to break it to you ᶜʰᶦᵉᶠ, but that disguise is ᴏ ʙ ᴠ ɪ ᴏ ᴜ s ,  ❜ He called, after seeing them come into the store and already knowing who it was from prior visits. He pushed his laptop down and leaned back in his chair to properly give them his attention, raising his eyebrows.  ❛ What do you need this time?  ❜  They were lucky no one else was in the store  &  he was taking a quick beak from his projects. Didn’t matter who they were, if he still needed five minutes on something, they’d have to WAIT. But they came at a good time.