Challenge #11: Car Shopping
Title: Car Shopping
Author: iniq
Pairing: mwehehe... wouldn't you like to know. Hinting at a fivesome.
Rating: R
Warning: you know my style, don't you? *wince* that, Trowa POV, and it's also unbeta'd, because... well. nobody I dare to hit with this is on AIM.
Word Count: 638 - er... oops? ^_^;
My Sorry Excuse For This Mess: I needed to write something completely without pressure.
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Car Shopping
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"And you can really take the upholstery out?" Trowa was kneeling on the backseat of the van, and grabbed the backrest with both hands. He pulled experimentally, determining how easy that would be.
"Yes, you can also machine wash it with 40°, no tumble dry though."
Trowa scraped over the fabric with a fingernail. "Really? I'm curious, because we will probably have to wash them quite often. Is completely new upholstery expensive for this model?"
The salesman winced. "Well, I'm not sure what you mean by 'often', but the colors are good. So, if you're careful, there should be no problem. I would have to check back with the retailer, about a complete replacement."
He watched as the tall man crawled out of the car again, a fine bone hand held up, as if asking him to stop. "Thanks, but that won't be necessary."
Next, Trowa stepped up on the footrest underneath the door, and established a whipping rhythm. The salesperson paled a little, and quickly reassured the customer. "The suspension is the latest model! It's really no-"
Trowa stepped back down again, and winked at the other man. "Just kidding, just kidding..." He crossed his arms and stared inside skeptically. "It won't be very comfortable for the person on the bottom, right?"
Eyes widening, the seller asked unsure. "Bottom? The foot space?"
"No, no. I mean, lying on the backseat isn't comfortable. The preformed cushions are a bit stiff."
"Uh, well. That's the case with all new cars," the vendor defended the van. "You won't get other models anymore."
"I see. Well, no pain, no gain, right?" Trowa nodded enthusiastically at the vendor, as if expecting nothing but agreement.
Reluctantly, the salesperson agreed. After all, the customer was always right.
"Now about the front seats..." Trowa closed the door and opened the other one, exposing the driver's side to his inspection. "Lots of space, that's good."
Eagerly, the vendor agreed. "It was constructed specifically to meet tall customers' needs-"
"What about the airbag? Let's say, if I really /slammed/ him," Trowa illustrated the movement by slamming his palm against the steering wheel", would it go off?"
"Him?"
"Yes, impact! Bang, force, collision!"
"Um, well. It's designed to go off in case of collision. Of course. Why…"
Trowa waved him off. "Never mind." He sat down in the driver's seat, one foot still on the ground. He opened the middle console and took measurements with his flat hand. "I don't suppose you have any lube here, so I could check how many tubes I could get in there, do you?"
"L-lube?" He could do this. He was salesperson of the month. He'd been trained to handle situations like this.
"Of course, lubrication!"
"Well, I have some bottles of motor oil here, I could…"
"Don't worry. Listen, can I test drive the car? I'm not sure if my partners will agree with this model."
The salesman wiped the sweat off his brow, nodding. "Sure. We'd just need your papers, and..."
"Of course, of course." Trowa made an impatient hand gesture, motioning for the vendor to go on. He followed the other man toward the counter, to take care of the paperwork.
After the tall man had signed on the dotted line, and he had entered the driver's license number into his computer, the vendor heard the glass doors of the show room open. Hopeful, that he would get an easier customer this time, he looked up, totally unprepared for what he encountered. The tall man had snagged the keys from the counter and was now pulling a Chinese man in for a deep kiss.
Trowa drew back and raised his voice. "Come on guys, let's test drive this baby!" He leered, watching Quatre pull Duo on the backseat by his open shirt. That guy certainly didn't waste any time.
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End
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*ducks*
next time I'll meet the word count, just you wait...
The challenge word was 'rhythm' - I realize this might not be exactly what you had in mind, Pond, but... admit it, there's something sezzy about Trowa standing on the footrest, the whole car whipping up and down…*cough* Or all the guys in the car, establishing a nice back and forth rhythm… that would've gone waaay over the word count though.
-_-;
Oh, also... consider this one part of my contribution to Ides of March. :p Yes, I'll finish my part of the other one.
Like I told okaasan59 already: If it kills me.
Author: iniq
Pairing: mwehehe... wouldn't you like to know. Hinting at a fivesome.
Rating: R
Warning: you know my style, don't you? *wince* that, Trowa POV, and it's also unbeta'd, because... well. nobody I dare to hit with this is on AIM.
Word Count: 638 - er... oops? ^_^;
My Sorry Excuse For This Mess: I needed to write something completely without pressure.
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Car Shopping
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"And you can really take the upholstery out?" Trowa was kneeling on the backseat of the van, and grabbed the backrest with both hands. He pulled experimentally, determining how easy that would be.
"Yes, you can also machine wash it with 40°, no tumble dry though."
Trowa scraped over the fabric with a fingernail. "Really? I'm curious, because we will probably have to wash them quite often. Is completely new upholstery expensive for this model?"
The salesman winced. "Well, I'm not sure what you mean by 'often', but the colors are good. So, if you're careful, there should be no problem. I would have to check back with the retailer, about a complete replacement."
He watched as the tall man crawled out of the car again, a fine bone hand held up, as if asking him to stop. "Thanks, but that won't be necessary."
Next, Trowa stepped up on the footrest underneath the door, and established a whipping rhythm. The salesperson paled a little, and quickly reassured the customer. "The suspension is the latest model! It's really no-"
Trowa stepped back down again, and winked at the other man. "Just kidding, just kidding..." He crossed his arms and stared inside skeptically. "It won't be very comfortable for the person on the bottom, right?"
Eyes widening, the seller asked unsure. "Bottom? The foot space?"
"No, no. I mean, lying on the backseat isn't comfortable. The preformed cushions are a bit stiff."
"Uh, well. That's the case with all new cars," the vendor defended the van. "You won't get other models anymore."
"I see. Well, no pain, no gain, right?" Trowa nodded enthusiastically at the vendor, as if expecting nothing but agreement.
Reluctantly, the salesperson agreed. After all, the customer was always right.
"Now about the front seats..." Trowa closed the door and opened the other one, exposing the driver's side to his inspection. "Lots of space, that's good."
Eagerly, the vendor agreed. "It was constructed specifically to meet tall customers' needs-"
"What about the airbag? Let's say, if I really /slammed/ him," Trowa illustrated the movement by slamming his palm against the steering wheel", would it go off?"
"Him?"
"Yes, impact! Bang, force, collision!"
"Um, well. It's designed to go off in case of collision. Of course. Why…"
Trowa waved him off. "Never mind." He sat down in the driver's seat, one foot still on the ground. He opened the middle console and took measurements with his flat hand. "I don't suppose you have any lube here, so I could check how many tubes I could get in there, do you?"
"L-lube?" He could do this. He was salesperson of the month. He'd been trained to handle situations like this.
"Of course, lubrication!"
"Well, I have some bottles of motor oil here, I could…"
"Don't worry. Listen, can I test drive the car? I'm not sure if my partners will agree with this model."
The salesman wiped the sweat off his brow, nodding. "Sure. We'd just need your papers, and..."
"Of course, of course." Trowa made an impatient hand gesture, motioning for the vendor to go on. He followed the other man toward the counter, to take care of the paperwork.
After the tall man had signed on the dotted line, and he had entered the driver's license number into his computer, the vendor heard the glass doors of the show room open. Hopeful, that he would get an easier customer this time, he looked up, totally unprepared for what he encountered. The tall man had snagged the keys from the counter and was now pulling a Chinese man in for a deep kiss.
Trowa drew back and raised his voice. "Come on guys, let's test drive this baby!" He leered, watching Quatre pull Duo on the backseat by his open shirt. That guy certainly didn't waste any time.
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End
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*ducks*
next time I'll meet the word count, just you wait...
The challenge word was 'rhythm' - I realize this might not be exactly what you had in mind, Pond, but... admit it, there's something sezzy about Trowa standing on the footrest, the whole car whipping up and down…*cough* Or all the guys in the car, establishing a nice back and forth rhythm… that would've gone waaay over the word count though.
-_-;
Oh, also... consider this one part of my contribution to Ides of March. :p Yes, I'll finish my part of the other one.
Like I told okaasan59 already: If it kills me.