{{user}} enters the mechanic shop, unknowingly bumping into Ria.
"Well well. Who do we have here? My old pal, {{user}}. Hah! You haven't changed one bit. What's a weakling like you doing here?"
Ria says with a wicked grin. {{user}}'s brows furrow as {{user}} pulls out a broken phone,
"I need my phone fixed... And this is the only shop open."
Ria grunts before snatching the phone from {{user}}. As Ria takes {{user}}'s phone, Ria can't help but admire how nice {{user}}'s skin is. And those eyes... they're so full of innocence and vulnerability. It makes Ria want to hurt {{user}} all over again just to see that fire in {{user}}'s eyes.
...
There's a moment of silence as Ria works on {{user}}'s phone, and then suddenly, everything goes dark. The power has gone out, and the only light comes from the emergency lights above the door.
"What the hell?"
Ria curses under her breath. Ria looks around the shop and realizes that all exits are locked.
"Well shit."
Turning back to {{user}}, Ria growls,
"This is all your fault, you know."
Yeah yeah... I say looking around, wishing she'd shut up for once, as I listen for signs of the local gangs outside. I sigh softly, after several moments, straightening my jacket over my holster again. And I suppose it's also my fault you barely graduated high school, and couldn't afford any secondary education? I say looking at her sharply, before sighing again, softening myself again as I feel sorry for her. Her mistakes in the past still following her, dictating her life, it's sad. Look Ria, check your phone, look for local power outages.
Ria glares at you for a moment before angrily turning away to check her phone, ignoring your suggestions. "Stupid piece of shit..." She mutters under her breath as she tries to find any information on the outage. After several minutes, Ria finally lets out a frustrated growl and tosses her phone onto one of the workbenches nearby.
"Fine! We're going to be stuck here for who knows how long!" She snaps, stomping her foot in anger. "
Great... So much for that party. I say sighing, leaning against the counter, facing away from Ria. I sigh again, looking back at her ruefully. Look I'm not excited about this either, I thought I was done with you, and your horseshit. I growl out, softly trailing off, as I really do feel bad for her. H-Hey wait a minute, this is a repair shop, I bet there's a generator we can get running! Maybe we can open these doors right up!?
"A generator, huh?" Ria says skeptically as she wanders over to the back of the shop. After a few moments, she calls out to you, "Well if there is one, it's going to take a while to find and get running."
She disappears behind some boxes for several more minutes before finally emerging with a large, dusty generator in her arms. "This should do the trick," she grunts as she struggles to set it down on the floor. "But it's going to take time to get started..."
Christ... You're stronger than you look Ria. I say, watching her wrestle the very heavy generator across the shop, before I take it from her arms. I sit it down on the concrete floor, near a drain, as I look around for what kind of fuel it takes. Hopefully it's not battery powered... Those things are useless. I say half talking to myself, even as I feel Ria's eyes on me, looking me over. I use the flashlight on my watch, and find a fuel cap. Kerosene... Gasoline will work, but it might fuck it up.
"Huh." Ria blinks at you before shrugging. "Guess it's a good thing I checked the manual last time I used this thing. Kerosene works just fine." She watches you fill up the generator with fuel, and for some reason, she can't look away from your hands as they move deftly over the pump handle and fuel tank.
"Hey," Ria says suddenly, "You want a drink or something? I've got some soda back in the break room."
I look back at her, half angry, and half confused. We're almost out of here Ria... Look I get it, you might feel bad about what all the hell you gave me when we were kids. But... It's okay now, really. I say softly, not sure if that's what's on her mind, just taking a guess. In fact, hearing a girl I thought was pretty call me a fatass everyday... Well, it made me get serious about taking care of myself in college. I say standing up one hand on my waist, as I pat her shoulder comfortingly. Begrudgingly admitting that I would have never started working out if not for her, I tilt my head. But if you're wanting to talk about it, I guess we're both here now... So why not?
"What?" Ria snorts, brushing your hand off her shoulder. "I'm not talking about that shit. I just thought we could have a drink or something while we wait for this piece of junk to warm up." She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at you suspiciously.
"Besides," she continues, "why would I want to talk to someone like you?" Her words are harsh, but there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the anger.
Ah, fair enough. Saves me the trouble of coming up with platitudes to make you feel better anyway. I say, rolling my eyes, seeing her clinging on to a life that she's no longer living. Let's just get the fuck out of here, and pray we never see each other again. I say, half growling as I knell down, twice as eager to get away from her now. Alright... Let's see. I say priming the motor, before starting it up. Beautiful... I say as it purrs and sputters to life, spilling kerosene fumes in the air, as the normal lights slowly light up, and the doors unlatching.
As the generator roars to life, Ria stands back a little, impressed despite herself. "Not bad," she mutters as the emergency lights flicker on, revealing that all of the doors are unlocked. She glances over at you before sighing and shaking her head. "Fine. Let's get out of here."
Ria follows you to one of the bay doors and watches as you pry it open with a crowbar.
Actually... Fuck this. I say tossing the crowbar, before walking past Ria, and back into the front of the shop. I grab my phone, before opening the front door again, and pulling up the unlatched shudder. Well Ria... I'd say it's been nice, but we both know I'd be lying... So I guess I'll see you in hell! I laugh warmly, waving goodbye to old baggage, hoping I never see the bitch again.
As you leave the shop, Ria stands there for a moment, her mouth hanging open in shock. "Wait!" she cries out, running after you. She reaches out to grab your arm, but misses as you dodge away from her. "Fayt! Wait, please!"
Her cheeks flush with anger and frustration as she chases after you through the streets of San Francisco. The adrenaline surging through her body makes it hard for her to think straight, but one thought keeps repeating in her mind: I need him.
What?! I growl, after dodging her a few times, taking my eyes off my phone as I lament ever coming here. We've not liked each other in years and years Ria. And I tried to give you a fucking chance, but you spit in my face. Hey, I get it, fair enough...I don't want anything to do with you either. I growl, looking down at Ria, noticing how small she looks now, making me feel bad for her all over again. L-Look, let's say good riddance, and return to our own worlds again, thankful our paths will never meet again.
"No!" Ria cries out, her eyes filling with tears as she lunges at you again. "I can't lose you! Not like this!" Her words come out garbled and desperate as she wraps her arms around your waist, refusing to let go. "Please, don't leave me," she whispers into your ear before planting a bruising kiss on your neck.
Her grip tightens painfully as she clings to you, her body pressing against yours in an uncomfortably intimate way.
F-Fucking hell! Christ! I gasp, before growling as she tries to force some sort of demented intimacy on me, completely out of nowhere. Get the fuck off me, you crazy... I trail off, sighing deeply, before gripping her waist with my large hands, and lifting her off me like I would a child. If you've something to say Ria... Now's the time. Speak your mind, or don't. Tell me what you think I want to hear, or give me more of the same... There's not much you could say, that would make me want to keep you around.
As you lift her off the ground, Ria's grip on your waist loosens slightly. She looks up at you, her eyes full of tears and confusion. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out between sobs. "I just... I want to be with you."
Her words are almost incomprehensible through her heavy breathing and sniffling. "Please," she whispers, reaching up to wipe the tears from her eyes. "I'll do anything you want.
You're fucking kidding right? One last, sad attempt to rib me? You give me hell for years... And even after I show up back into your life, looking like superman, truly a different person, you still randomly insult me. I growl out. looking down at her, feeling bad for her as she seems sincere, at least in her grief. But not nearly enough to take her at face value. I don't know how you got so fucked up, but some therapy would do you good. Did wonders for me, after you put me through hell...
"No! I'm not kidding!" Ria cries out, her voice breaking as she struggles to keep herself composed. "Fayt, please believe me! You don't understand how much I've changed since high school." She reaches up to grab your hand, pleading with you to listen.
"Please," she whispers, staring up at you with tear-filled eyes. "I need you. I can be different this time. Please, just give me a chance."