Flagged for annoyance [Nimah]

[Casey Snyder]

''The Irish flag?! The fuck..?'' He said over the phone as one of his customers had a little change of heart and wanted something different painted on their bike. ''I don't even fuckin' know how..- No, right I..- Sorry but..-'' He tried to get a reply in but the man on the other end kept cutting him off with wants that made next to no sense to him. ''You want an Irish bike? How 'bout I buy you some fuckin' beer while I do this shit my way, hmm?'' He said as he took a bite of the sandwich he had just made seconds before this call came through. ''Look. I don't even know..- Google, right. But I..-''He sighed deeply and moved the phone from his ear a bit. Customers, some were just so damn needy.

''I'll do my best but..-'' He tried to say before getting cut off again. ''No!'' He finally yelled as he pressed the phone back to his ear. ''You start listening now and stop fuckin' interrupting me! I'll try your Irish shit but it'll add a week or two and a good 5 grand. Need a new gastank and everything. Chroming. Shit doesn't exactly pay for itself.'' This bike, if finished would be the break he needed. As of right now the project would net him 50,000 dollars after he'd bought everything, he figured he'd put up with stupid ass customers just for that price.

''I'll make it work. Just pay up and shut up.'' He said as he pressed the call away without waiting for a reply. This one was going to make him rich even if it meant letting someone get on his nerves. Problem was, he didn't know the colors of the Irish flag and he sure as hell wasn't going to ask one of those drones working in one of those stupid ass shops that just happened to sell paint, nor would he look at it online since it was a matter of pride right now.

He walked through the city a bit and threw his phone against the wall as he mulled it over. He'd also need a new phone. How many new ones had he bought this week? Four? This would be the fifth, and luckily he included those in with the price of the bike since that prick of a customer wouldn't stop calling him.

He walked over to his now broken phone and retrieved the SIM from it to use in another phone. ''Five phones.. 900 bucks each.. keep it the fuck together Case..'' He whispered as he looked around for a phone store, he knew pretty much all of them right now.

[Nimah O'Carroll]

She was walking along through the city, as she did pretty regularly, looking pretty and showing it off. What, someone as cute as her had to be seen at least sometimes otherwise otherwise things would get boring, now wouldn't it? She was actually doing some people a favour, kind of like giving them a show of roses or something where they'd normally have to wait until spring and the like to be able to glimpse such beauty. Yes, she thought of herself like that, and she had no shame in it. But yes, enough about her. Actually, no it was never enough about her, but she'd stop going on about herself in her head for the moment as she went to instead being distracted by someone slinging their phone against a brick wall.

"An' 'ere I'm th' one usually bein' tol' that I've a temper. I've neeever fucked a celly 'genst a buildin'." She commented, combing her fingers through her hair and raising a brow.

"So, what hez et done t' you t' get that kind o' abuse? Hmm?" She teased, though throwing a friendly tone in so he wouldn't think she was making fun of him.

Sure, there was a chance of him blowing up at her, seeing how he already showed to be a little explosive, but she wasn't scared. Not one bit. And anyways, whether he blew up or not, it would still be something for her to do and something to entertain her. Also, she was curious. Very much so. Some would say nosy but she would call it an investigative spirit for the time being.

[Casey Snyder]

When Casey was done rummaging through the remains of his deceased phone and pulled out a chip that held most of his contacts and his current phonenumber for use in a new cell, he felt the need to turn his head as he was being talked to. To his side was a girl with red hair and a green.. thing on. Case didn't care much as he eyed her, as she was on eye level with the bent over mechanic. She did however, make him think of a stereotypical Irish person. Green clothing, red hair. ''Please tell me you get drunk a lot.'' He said as he stood up straight to tower over the girl.

He looked down and smirked as he added to his comment. ''Because that would mean both an answer to my problem and easy entry.'' He licked his lips and leaned in to her a bit, lowering his face to level with hers. ''Care for some alcohol? I do need me some tail tonight.'' He said as he pulled back his head and went back to being tall.

He glanced at the chip in his hand and then at the girl in green. ''So.'' He began, realizing that she was a bit to good to pass up on, especially so if she turned out to be what he thought she was. ''I need to buy me a new fucking phone. It bothered me and didn't die soon enough.'' He told her. ''Come with and I might let you pick out one, tits McGee.''

[Nimah O'Carroll]

Alright, so it was half funny when he had joked about her telling him that she got drunk a lot. And she ended up laughing when he commented about a positive answer meaning that it'd be an answer to his problem and a chance of him grabbing up something easy. But when he went on to continuing by asking if she wanted some alcohol as he needed himself some relief, Nimah gave a "pfft" kind of sound and rolled her eyes.

"Ya wish, ya tatted langer. Please, yer pretteh, but yer not that pretteh." She quipped, sweeping her hair from in front of her shoulder and to where it was all now cascading down her back instead.

"An' I'm not that easy." She added before turning in preparation for a walk away.

She did pause though when he spoke again, though it was more for a brief laugh than anything as, after he invited her to pick out a phone, he went to calling her by that nickname.

"Again, not that easy." She stated.

[Casey Snyder]

He shrugged in a 'suit yourself' manner as she repeated she wasn't that easy and prepared to walk away. Case knew she'd do that and had kind of been hoping on it because now he could look at the goods from behind. But as much as he wanted to enjoy the view he couldn't keep himself from thinking about her accent, at this point he was sure she was Irish, the hair color matched, the accent did. And the looks weren't half bad either.

If it turned out that she wanted nothing to do with him he could at least try to get a business proposition in. She didn't look all that old, maybe college age and they were bound to need money wherever they could find it. It just so happened he had a job opening, it just so happened he was tired of working alone. ''Just gonna walk off are you, firm and perky?'' He said to her backside as he didn't move his body in the slightest as he smirked.

''There's a job opening and I think you'll fit nicely..'' He turned around and shrugged. ''But if you don't want this 2 grand..'' He pulled out a roll of 100 dollar bills and waved it over his shoulder.

[Nimah O'Carroll]

As he asked her if she was going to leave off, and went to calling her by the traits of her back-end, Nimah gave a slight huff outwards and waved over her shoulder without even stopping to show that she was leaving. Oh she was indeed leaving. She liked it when people flirted with her, sure but only when it was the compliments and flattery and the like. At least, in the beginning. Oh she liked flattery, loved it in fact. Almost as much as presents. Not quite there, but almost.

Two thousand dollars. That had her pause and she turned though her eyes were narrowed. He seemed to have the cash for it, him waving it around like it was nothing. But, after his comments, she couldn't be sure of what this "job" was exactly that he was bringing up.

"Ye've my interest, sure, but I'm gonna need t' know what th' job is that you're talkin' aboot b'fore I agree t' enneh-thin'." She stated before crossing her arms.

"If it 'as anythin' t' do wi' me gettin' on m' back an' throwin' m' legs up in th' air, y' can forget aboot it." She added before waiting to see what his reply might be.

[Casey Snyder]

He smirked when he heard her turn around or at least stop moving when she heard about the money and said he had her attention. Baited. Two thousand dollars was pocket change to him, he had spent over 15,000 this week alone. Some would say he was loaded, some would say he was just good at his job, he would say there were a lot of rich saps out there willing to pay good money for whatever the fuck they could do themselves. As a bike mechanic people came to him that had money to spend, and knowing this he could get away with asking for a bit more money than normal seeing as he also happened to be the only bike mechanic in the area. Not a lot of people came to him for bikes, but the ones who did.. oof..

If anyone asked him, he earned 20,000 dollars per month, and that was about one bike. But he usually sold them for a bit more than that. His pride and joy was the Marvel-themed bike he sold for 150 thousand dollars. They said it was for some sort of charity or some shit. To him, it was money plain and simple. And now he thought he had found someone with the same mind.

He turned around, lowered his head and grinned at the girl to her face. ''It has nothing to do with you getting on your back.'' He replied. ''Can fuck perfectly good on your knees too.'' He chuckled as he got back to being huge and stretched out his arm.

''Two thousand if my hunch is correct and you're Irish. Three thousand more if you stay and help me do some shit that needs doing. You see, I have this annoying customer that seems obsessed with Ireland..'' He paused and crossed his arms in front of his chest. ''Why anyone would be obsessed by something like Ireland is beyond me, but as long as they pay it isn't my place to judge.''

''So, I'm building bikes and this one dude needs some Irish shit on his bike. The flag, for one. Don't even know the colors to that one.'' He leaned down as he uncrossed his arms and ran his finger across her cheek. ''I'm going to allow you to tell me, tits. I'll even let you paint the bike for that extra three grand. And maybe, if you're good enough, there's a steady job in it for you.''

[Nimah O'Carroll]

When he turned and grinned she could already tell that he was about to have something smart come out of his mouth. And no, not intelligence smart either. He was going to be a wise-ass and likely earning himself a slap award. Then, he came out with it. The comment about fucking being fine on the knees. She was about to tell him where he could shove it in himself, but he was talking again before she would have decided between punching him in the mouth and walking away. Maybe a bit of both.

Five thousand in all if she was Irish and if she helped him with an Ireland obsessed customer. He still hadn't said what the job was. And on top of that, she'd have to put up with his dickishness too. Was five grand worth it if he had the money to just throw it out like that? She doubted it. Oh she planned on getting more out of him than that just for pissing her off. It all depended on what he needed her to do.

The phone breaker went ot finally getting it out. SO the Irish flag huh? This git didn't know something as easy as that? It was three block of colour, wasn't that hard at all. He came closer, even close enough to run a finger across her cheek. She humoured him for now with an almost secretive smile and the devil in her eyes.

"Make it an even ten an' Ae might consider et. Might. After all, yer a bit of a dick an' I'll 'ave t' be puttin up with that as well if I take y' up on th' job. Also, effun y' touch me again wi'out askin' firs' Ae'll be brekkin' yer fingers. Jus' a friendly warnin' t' ya." She said, her tone a lot sweeter than her words.

[Casey Snyder]

He wasn't really dumb, he did know how to paint an Irish flag but this just seemed like a good opportunity to get someone to take ome of the load off of him for once. He wasn't requiring her to build bikes or anything, but if she did the graphics on them he could potentially work twice as fast.

The man blinked as she told him to make it an even ten before even considering it. Would ten grand be worth a shot in the dark? But he shrugged that thought away as he thought back on the money he'd made in the last few months, and on top of that she would know by now that he had the money to spend when he offered her a job painting bikes. He didn't even know if she could paint in the first place!

But on the other hand, he could see it as some sort of investment, having a cute face walking around could attract some customers. Heck, maybe he'd hire more people if this turned out to be a success! ''Ten. Fine.'' He promptly stated. ''Twelve if you skip the considering part.'' He wasn't really good with money, but he had loads of it so he could afford to go a little nuts. That and having a hot girl at his disposal could prove useful for those downtimes.

''Make it fourteen and a new phone if you end up being good.'' He stated with a smirk, almost certain of the fact he was coming across as a little desperate. But he'd found what made her tick; money. ''If you're not.. I need to test the suspension somehow.'' He added with a grin.

''And you break my fingers, I'll break your spine, keep that in mind you shit.'' She was right in having to put up with him, but it would potentially pay very well for someone in college, or whatever she was in. She was 19, right?

[Nimah O'Carroll]

He started off with agreeing to ten, then brought it up to twelve, then up again to fourteen and a phone thrown in. We was either showing off, or he had that much money to be throwing around. Either way, he might end up being a decent cash cow. She did plan on having a spa day soon, and possibly updating her wardrobe. Depending on how much she could get out of him, she might even be able to save up for living expenses if she were to move to the states on a more permanent kind of plan. Get a house at eighteen, be able to pay the bills as needed without having to sweat over it. College would be an arm and a leg likely when added in with all of that so she'd have to put that under a maybe.

"Ae don't see how bashin' yer head against th' bike or car enough t' make it bounce enough t' test th' suspension would be very profitable y' turnip." She quipped while she continued to consider the payment for her employment.

"As far as brekkin' goes, ye'd have t' catch me first. But, as long as y' know yer fingers are free game effun y' get handsy, things should work out. Consider me hired. Nimah, by th' way, though seein' how y' talk so far Ae doubt you'll be usin' it much." She told him.

"Ae can do a bit o' art, jewelry mostly but paintin' ent past me. I can also speak in an American accent when I need to. Boot, Ae don't right now." She added, having used the accent while speaking that one line but going back to normal after.

[Casey Snyder]

So, as he watched the gears in her head turn he'd only find himself able to think of one thing, he had an employee and quite possibly a fuckbuddy. She pretty much hired herself at the point he had offered fourteen thousand and a phone and went to thinking she looked like someone who would use him as a cashcow. But, as far as Casey knew cows had to be milked, and judging by the way she had been speaking to him she didn't want to do that. So, it'd just be working wages for now.

''Wasn't talking about me tit-for-brain.'' He told her as she mentioned how testing the suspension with his head wouldn't be profitable. He had realized a bit too late that she was probably joking but that was something that she had to keep down for a little bit. Casey wasn't good with jokes, or any form of talking unless he'd been around people for a good few months, maybe weeks. One time, it took him a mere day to get comfortable with someone. ''I'd just throw you under the bike and run you over. Saves me money. Besides, I heal, you don't. No use in hurting myself if I just shrug it off.''

Without shaking his hand she told him her name, Nimah, and in a correct assumption mentioned he wouldn't be using it much. ''So this is where I tell you my name, isn't it McSucks? You can call me boss. Or fuckbuddy. Either will do. I don't really care about your name, you're just some Irish tits as far as I'm concerned.''

''Casey, I think..'' He eventually said with a slight sigh. ''Use that name and hand out a free fuck, okay?''

[Nimah O'Carroll]

At his response to her less than friendly joke, Nimah decided that he either had a seriously one track mind, or was a bit slow on the draw. She looked him over, her emeralds not hiding the glance up and down that she had made. Judging by the looks of him and the way he had been talking to her so far, it might have been a bit of both. Pretty good chance of it anyways. He was aggressive, sexist, and reminded her of a few of the men back at home though usually after leaving the pub and usually just the college boys as th' more grown fold had learned to hold their liquor better as well as their attitudes. At least, in her home town.

She rolled her eyes when he went to telling her to call him boss or fuckbuddy, of course after the poor attempt at another nickname for her. Then she scoffed a bit when he went to telling her he didn't care about her name and that she was just some Irish tits to him. Real charmer, wasn't he? When he finally got to telling her his name and followed it up with his crude statement she rolled her eyes again.

"Alright, "Arsehole" it is. Or mebbe even "Arse." if I don' feel like usin' yer full name. Now let's get t' gettin those phones an' ye showin' me where that shop o' yers is."

[Casey Snyder]

Well, she didn't call him Casey and that one was a win. But what she did end up calling him could be quite the problem in the future, not really for him but for her. He'd explode sooner or later and unless she knew good self defence he'd end up hurting her. Unless she somehow possessed that quality that made him docile, but no one had possessed that quality in quite a while.

''America. Know how to prounce 'asshole'?'' He asked as he turned around to go get those phones. He knew she knew about the whole phone deal being after she had done a good job, but he'd let that slide. He needed a new one himself anyway. ''Ten for being Irish..'' He said as he reached in his pocket where he, as an insane person, kept ten grand in 100 dollar bills and handed the gigantic wad to her by holding it behind his back as he walked. She could just run off after taking it, but Casey wasn't too sure she would. After all, she knew he had money to spend and she had just hired herself.

''Two for skipping the considering.. and two more if you do a good job.'' He added as he stuck out his other hand with a measley 2 grand in it. Next to the ten in his other hand it looked like nothing. ''And when the customer pays, another eighteen.'' He wasn't overspending, was he?

''Take it and I'll let you pick out a store just so I can look at your ass.''

[Nimah O'Carroll]

She gave a "psh" at his picking at her choice in pronunciation when it came to "arsehole". She would pronounce it any damn way she pleased. It was just going to have to be something he had to put up with, just like she was going to have to put up with his sparkling personality. He was lucky he had money, otherwise she wouldn't have had anything to do with him besides a possible kick to the daddy-bags if he got too handsy.

As he went to pulling out his money like he hadn't had a care in the world if he got mugged or not. Did he fancy himself as some kind of macho man? Did he think he was all so tough because he he had doodles all over his skin? So did bathroom walls. But, she kept that bit to herself for the time being as she held her hand out to take the money he was pulling out of his deceptively deep pockets. When he had coughed it all over, she went to re-counting it personally before tucking it in the corset part of her shirt. It'd be harder to pick that way, and wouldn't leave an ugly bulge in her pants.

"Ae suppose another eighteen'd be fine. An' a peek at m' arse might be somethin' that can be edured 'till we get t' a store." She commented.

[Casey Snyder]

He was going to say that a little thanks couldn't hurt. But then again, he didn't have all that much to thank for, did he? He shrugged as he realized that, fuck, he did. He just paid for one schoolyear for her, even if school wasn't what she was paying with it it'd buy her alot of pizza and slut-outfits. And fucks. But she didn't have to buy those with Casey nearby. There was even a chance he'd pay her for that later on. By god he was a sugar daddy. Minus the old.

''Damn right it can be endured!'' He replied swiftly when he mentally thought it over and eventually flinched. Was he really that horrible to her? ''You don't endure a look. You endure a dick in the face. Pick your battles bitch.'' He was about to cut her off a bit, maybe lower the eighteen to twelve but his own comment pretty much required him to keep it at eighteen if it was ignored, or not met with violence. Which he'd win.

''Lead the fucking way.'' He said promptly as he let her go on in front of him and instantly knew why he had thought of it in the first place. She had a fine booty that he could safely call his now, he bought it. ''Wiggle that ass a bit more.'' He wanted to say, but decided not to as he had some more need for this one. Like actually getting the job done.

She led him to a store which he had been in multiple times and instantly stepped over to the phone he knew he wanted, sadly for him the price had gone up by three hundred dollars as he looked over to the red one. ''Tits.'' He said right in the middle of the store, ready to beat up anyone who told him not to call her that. ''Pick out a phone. I'll be right over.''