#dstjohn

“I need you to step away from that bike...”He grumbles as he stands up wiping his hands of the grease that covered them from the car he was working on.”Yeah no that's not for sale. The cars and things that are for sale are over there.” He points in the direction of the lot that contained the cars and vehicles for sale. “If you want to take a look I can help...if not just take your damn mitts of my bike thanks.” He looks pointedly to the other person who stood there, that was his..he made that back home and somehow ended up with it here.

“Oh fuck sakes.” he groans as his lighter clicks again and he’s unable to get it lit. “Do you have a lighter? I could use one. This darn party is driving me batty. Needed to get out and have a smoke.”

“You know it would be nice if people didn’t just push you up into the bar while you are attempting to order a drink. A excuse me I am trying to get a drink woulda been nice.” Deacon grunts as he steps aside for another person.

A grunt came from under a car as he heard foot steps approach, “HELLO?” He calls out, “Just give me a second just under a car.” Deacon states as he pulls himself out from under a car standing up to stretch he looks to the other, “Welcome! How can I help you? You looking to buy or sell today?”

“You always have a right to be selfish. Its you who you gotta care for day in and day out. People don’t get to make your life choices for you. Because when they start to its all control. You do what you gotta do!” Deacon states looking to the woman softly.

“Are you sure your okay? You don’t look okay.” Deacon states as he approaches the other. “Most people don’t spend their days on a park bench crying like this. You sure you don’t want me to go get some water or something for you?”