#FDKGHD why is she SO fun to write

[gatheredfates]

78. Trapped Together, please! Surprise me :eyes:

Disclaimer: This is an AU between my character Eve and my partner's character, Flynt! He, unfortunately, dislikes being perceived™ so I can't link you to his stuff. Also this whole thing is very unserious because they're very unserious and I love them.

Evelyn Rivers was overdue for a no-good, terrible day.

Arguably, any day with another person's company and a lack of good whisky was a no-good, terrible day, but this was an exceptionally bad no-good, terrible day.

And it all began the moment his face flashed into her peripheral.

"RHALGAR'S TITS, COCK AND ASS!" The low tong of wrench hitting pipe resonated through the cramped entanglement of metal and wires, narrowly missing the blonde hair of his ear... and the little fucker did absolutely nothing. He looked down at her, the space between them nary and inch, and grinned.

"Hi."

"Th' fuck you mean hi?" Eve tried to hiss, though it exited more like a wheeze.

"Hi," Flynt repeated, like that was a sufficient answer, "I'm stuck."

This was a problem. Right up to and including this moment, the mechanic had been lying on her back, meticulously rejigging the wires of her deathtrap airship, The Junker. Because it was a hodgepodge of rubber, iron and hammered-on scraps of carbon-fibre, she wasn't particularly big. Enough for one person, to be sure; two was pushing the luck. But her engine, while deep, was certainly not enough for two people to linger comfortably — less so when the other looked like stashed cables at the back of her wardrobe, kept for the never-occurring 'later on'.

"You're not stuck, Flynt —" Eve paused.

Flynt didn't lie, that was the issue at hand. He might obfuscate, he might withhold information. But as far as a direct question to answer ratio, the viera did not lie. "—Are you actually stuck?"

"Without a doubt." She was going to kill the cheery motherfucker. "I fell in."

"How did — YOU KNOW WHERE THIS IS?" The question was rhetorical. She swiped at him with the wrench and missed atrociously, further enraged by his blind luck. He let out an 'Oops!' and began to comically scramble, freeing himself by pushing a pipe completely out of alignment as she chased him and nearly smacked her clean in the face with it.

"STOP! RUINING! MY! FUCKIN'! SHIP!"

Bang, bang, bang! The chorus of her tools hitting steel rather than bone.

"That was choked for ages!" He claimed, grabbing hold of whatever would take him as he clamoured out. "I'm helping!"

"YOU NO' DOING SHIT —" She bellowed, even as SERS lit up from the pilot console above and began to speak in a pleasant tone.

"Designation Evelyn, it is my pleasure to inform you that, due to your efforts, our fuel efficiency has been increased by twenty percent!"

"SHUT TH' FUCK UP, SERS."