Tidal Waves
Aug 30, 2015 21:34:13 GMT -5
Post by Rhys Freeman on Aug 30, 2015 21:34:13 GMT -5
He caught the box, taking her words into consideration. Treating someone good wasn't necessarily a pass to get them to come back. Sure, it helped with certain people, but he'd seen first hand the type of shit people would deal with and still come back for more. Gluttons for punishment. That or just seriously desperate. He suspected the latter.
Still, price certainly had a lot to do with a decision and so did location. If people could get to her easily enough it would make them come back. There were other shops in the area, though he suspected hers was probably reasonably priced. A little thing like her working alone in a shop couldn't get things done very quickly he imagined, and therefore her price would reflect that disadvantage. It wasn't like she was some Good Year hiring every dingbat that came in knowing how to use a ratchet. Her customers would probably be loyal, and there was a chance many were inherited when she picked the place up.
"How you got time to work on all them customers by yourself, huh?" He asked, shaking his head at her, wondering how much she paid. Truthfully, his heart was in cars more than it was in bikes. He worked for Casey because it was fast, easy money. He didn't exactly enjoy working under the tyrant, but who would? In a different world it would be an ideal job.
"Know whatchu need?" He asked, the smug look never leaving his face. "Me. You gotta eat and sleep, and you'd get three times as much done with me around. I'm that good." His tongue skimmed over his lips, not entirely sure why he was trying to sell himself. This would be a good place to unwind after being berated all day, and he could get the kind of experience he wanted in an actual car shop. Plus, fucking your boss sounded pretty nice too, something he couldn't ever actually consider with his other boss. The thought actually made him cringe.
"Not to mention cute. All them girls comin' in won't know what to do when they see this face." He threw a wink at her, being more playful than anything else.
Still, price certainly had a lot to do with a decision and so did location. If people could get to her easily enough it would make them come back. There were other shops in the area, though he suspected hers was probably reasonably priced. A little thing like her working alone in a shop couldn't get things done very quickly he imagined, and therefore her price would reflect that disadvantage. It wasn't like she was some Good Year hiring every dingbat that came in knowing how to use a ratchet. Her customers would probably be loyal, and there was a chance many were inherited when she picked the place up.
"How you got time to work on all them customers by yourself, huh?" He asked, shaking his head at her, wondering how much she paid. Truthfully, his heart was in cars more than it was in bikes. He worked for Casey because it was fast, easy money. He didn't exactly enjoy working under the tyrant, but who would? In a different world it would be an ideal job.
"Know whatchu need?" He asked, the smug look never leaving his face. "Me. You gotta eat and sleep, and you'd get three times as much done with me around. I'm that good." His tongue skimmed over his lips, not entirely sure why he was trying to sell himself. This would be a good place to unwind after being berated all day, and he could get the kind of experience he wanted in an actual car shop. Plus, fucking your boss sounded pretty nice too, something he couldn't ever actually consider with his other boss. The thought actually made him cringe.
"Not to mention cute. All them girls comin' in won't know what to do when they see this face." He threw a wink at her, being more playful than anything else.
