#taliah x wyatt

[taliah-tezel]

tag: @wyattvisariya location: reaper auto

"Oh, hey... Um, Wyatt, right?" Walking away from her car in a slow stroll towards him. "Taliah, from the fire department..." Adding just in case he didn't recall. Or maybe she thought she looked different outside her work shirt. "You look like you work here..." Raising a slightly confused brow as she peers at his overalls. "You do work here?" Offering a smile, she can't say she's not a little surprised. The last she saw him she was sure he didn't have enough money for stew, ergo, no job either. Now look at him. "You like it?"

[taliah-tezel]

Taliah had only stopped in to drop the report off from Level Up Barcade's safety inspection. Truth be told, she'd never spent much time here, lately she had found herself walking into a lot of establishments she'd never taken notice of before. All part of her new role, she supposed. The only thing she didn't really enjoy was how tedious all the paperwork was. Hearing a voice, her head turns towards him, then behind her - just making sure he was in-fact talking to her. "Um, well... That's totally unfair considering I've never played that before. You'd definitely wipe the floor with me." Chuckling, she folds her arms and smirks, never really one to walk away from a challenge. "Find something I've done at least once, and you got yourself a bet." Taliah shrugs, curious eyes now looking around at all the options.

location: level up barcade

status: open to everyone

Wyatt met a girl online and they agreed to meet up at Level Up but after twenty minutes of waiting around and zero replies to his text messages, he realized he'd been stood up. He thought the location was stupid anyway. He would have preferred a regular bar but after playing mobile games back and forth for three days they were on a bit of a competitive streak. The urge to leave was getting pretty strong until he spotted Street Fighter. He used to play this and Mortal Kombat with his friends when he was a teenager and the nostalgia was enough to keep him there for a while longer. "I call next. 20 bucks says I wipe the floor with you."

[taliah-tezel]

"Oh, good news," she chirped, eyeing her car with some mild skepticism. In all fairness, she couldn't say she really understood what Wyatt was saying but he said it with zest, she was inclined to believe him. "Fantastic, my details are in the books to shoot me a bill." It felt fair, he was doing a job after all, no matter how small. "Caramel latte. It's elite, so don't tell anyone I shared them." Smiling, she walks around her drivers side. "Okay, tomorrow, around 1pm I'll be here with lunch, and thank you for the quick fix." Patting the roof of her car, she gives him a little wave before getting in to drive away.

Family. He'd certainly noticed that over the past few weeks of living a the clubhouse. It was something he had only had the luxury of experiencing for a few short years that he could remember, and a small part of him craved that sort of dynamic in his life again. He offers her a smile and nods as she heads off to make something for them both, using that time to poke around to see what might be wrong. He'd gotten the car up onto the lift and was underneath when he heard her voice again. "Well, I've got some good news," he said, sliding out from underneath to make eye contact with her. "When you hit the curb, it knocked some bolts loose from the heat shield so it was rattling against the car as you were driving. I secured it with some new screws and you should be good to go." He stood, wiping his hands as clean as he could from the oil and dirt on them with the rag over his shoulder. "That smells amazing, by the way... Is that a latte?"

[taliah-tezel]

"They're good boys," smiling, she holds a hand up to correct herself. "Men, should I say. And Cole, if he asks you, you can trust he won't dress it up, you know? Being a club member isn't for the faint of heart, it comes with hardship, though I'm sure that part is obvious lately." Taliah hums to herself, not wanting to dwell too much on that, on Serkan, Dean, even Kyle, she lifts her head up and shrugs. "But, you will never meet a group more loyal and caring, they're family... They'll fight with you and for you." Which in her eyes was the most important thing to tell him. And hopefully, it just went without saying that they'd expect the same from Wyatt himself. "Mm, I see. Didn't you know greens are good for you? And carrots, well, they help you see in the dark, so..." Teasing, she waves a soft dismissive hand. "I like to take care of people, that's all." Offering a smile, she disappears to make them both a milky caramel latte, coming back a few minutes later with two cups and a pack of biscuits. "How's it looking?"

"Well..." He paused as he chose his words carefully. "I haven't been asked yet, but I guess we'll see." Wyatt wasn't holding his breath, but if an offer was extended, he did wonder if he would have a choice at all. After all, he'd been living under the clubhouse roof and eating their food, feeding off of their hospitality. Would that come with more strings attached other than having to work at the shop? He would find out eventually, he was sure. "Oh, uh... good question. I ate something for breakfast, but it wasn't a ton. Vegetables are few and far between," he chuckled. "I'll accept whatever you're willing to share. You're far too generous for your own good, you know that?" He smiled. "Hopefully this won't take too long..." Then moved into the car to turn it on and get it inside of the garage.

[taliah-tezel]

"That was nice of him. Are you joining the club then?" She wonders. "Which room did you go for? Hopefully one with a lock, I'm not saying they get drunk and look for the nearest surface to pass out but... Wait, no, that's exactly what I'm saying. You might end up with a spooning partner and I bet they all snore." Smirking she can't help but laugh when he says it's helpful, not completely believing that he wasn't just being polite. "Don't worry, if you think you can do it yourself, go ahead." Taliah smiled, wanting him to know she wasn't someone who would second guess his abilities to do what he was training to do. "No, but how about I go get you something? Are they feeding you? Something not in the potato chip family? When did you last eat a vegetable?" Going off on a little tangent, a raised brow surely shows him she is expecting an answer. "Will you be here tomorrow? I will bring you something good. But for today, I can only offer you my secret stash of caramel lattes, if you would like one? Our secret though, I don't usually share so, pinky swear?"

"Oh, Cole let me pick a room in the clubhouse," they explained, still looking over the car, though he laughed at Taliah's explanation. "No, that is actually helpful, believe it or not. Gives me a starting point for what to look for." He looked back at Taliah and smiled. "I'll check under the hood and if I see something off, I'll pull in someone much more experienced to handle it. Can I get you something for while you're waiting?"

[taliah-tezel]

"Yeah pretty much, club rules and all." Shrugging, she eyes him curiously, wondering to herself how he even met Nate in the first place. "Roof? What roof?" Taliah asks, wondering if he meant the clubhouse or if he meant the wage he was getting helped put a roof over his head. "Okay well I'll trust you, I wouldn't know what in alignment looks like." Chuckling, she could only sigh, it wasn't like she meant to mount the curb. "Just when I'm driving. It sounds kinda like... A raccoon eating peanuts. Does that help?" She frowned, no, it probably did not help but it was the only way she could think to explain it. "Crunchy, but like, soft crunchy... And I'm making it worse - you know, I'm just going to stop talking and let you look. I have a brain, I swear."

"Technically Nate offered me the job, but it was after conferring with the others. I guess everything gets a vote around here, so you probably already knew that," he replied with a soft chuckle. "I'm just... grateful to have a roof over my head, honestly. Oh, don't worry, I know enough to not mess things up too badly," he replied with another laugh. "I can at least take a look and see if anything might've gotten thrown out of alignment. That can happen sometimes, especially if your car's not built to go off-roading like that..." He made his way over towards the car, taking a survey of the outside to see if anything was amiss. "Does it make the noise when it's stationary too or just when you're driving?"

[taliah-tezel]

"Of course I do." Remember his name. She always remembered names, especially those that belonged to the people she felt an unexplainable need to coddle - without even knowing anything about them. Wyatt gave her that feeling the same second in which she had seen him looking at his spare change, wondering if he could afford a meal. "I see, well if that's true you're in good hands, they'll teach you," Taliah smiled. "Which one was it who offered you a job?" Curious enough to ask as she glances back at her car with an annoyed sigh. "Not really, it's being a little bitch. So I might have accidentally mounted a high curb and ever since it's been making weird noises. So I think something is loose underneath, maybe? But if you don't know what you're doing then why am I telling you?" She teases.

Hearing his name, Wyatt looked up and noticed the familiar face of the woman who'd been kind enough to feed him weeks back at the firehouse. It was almost instinctual the way the smile pulled at his lips and he nodded some, rubbing his oily hands on the coveralls he wore. "Yeah, I remember you. Surprised you remember my name, honestly." He chuckled softly and took a few strides to close the space between them. "Yeah, I just started recently. They were nice enough to give me a job even though I have no idea what I'm doing," he admitted with a shrug. "It's tough, but it's good work and good money, so I can't complain." He motioned to her vehicle. "Everything okay with it?"