3606/Good Customer Service.

Good Customer Service.
Date of Scene:	28 September 2020
Location:	Casey's Garage
Synopsis:	Akward, Akward, who the turtle. Casey refues to spill the beans to Heather.
Cast of Characters:	Casey Jones, Heather Danielson

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Casey Jones has posed:
<TXT: Hey, like ya brought car in the other day. I was like rude, sorry about dat, come in for a free like oil change and a check-up. I'll fix dem spark plugs; they looked meh when I peeked. Oh yeah, this is Casey Jones, that garage ya stoped by.>

Casey stands there in the middle of his garage, as he looks down at his phone."She is famous, Casey, and ya like fucked that up. Idiot. April says you need to put your right foot forward or something; you put your wrong foot forward. She might like to bring in more jobs or somethang." He is pacing back and forth, as he holds that broken-down old smartphone in his right hand, as he waits gnawing at his lower lip.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Random texts. And Heather's a teenaged girl. She looked at her phone Starkphone screen and lifted her brows. Car.. rude. She sat in her Hilton hotel suite with her tablet as she held a zoom meeting with her agent. "Hey Kevin. Can we wrap this up? Something came up. You know.. Titans biz." she says with a smile before she hangs up.
    Then she jumps up from her desk and goes to put on an outfit that is a bit more... appropriate for the streets of New York. bluejeans, a Metallica Baby-Tee, and a simple hoodie jacket to go over it all. But why drive? It's not -that- far to run, and she likes running.
    So she heads out, with earbuds in for musical entertainment before she steps out of the hotel with a wave to the desk clerk. "Later Jimmy!" she calls out before she heads out and begins her run.
    Maybe she can talk this guy into introducing her to that intriguing turtle. I mean it'd be insane to invite her over if the Turtle was going to be there. She couldn't be -that- lucky, could she?
    And so after about a twenty minute run which doesn't remotely wear her out, she comes jogging up the sidewalk out front.

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey is standing in the back of the garage, rocking out to the black album. His hair is whipping in front of his face, as those trusty cords are ripping through the garage; as he leaps up on to the back of his truck, his hands are playing a hockey stick like a guitar, as his long brown hair is wiping back and forth over his face.

As she enters the garage, his right foot is upon the top of the truck, as he starts to screams out the lyrics."Never shined through in what I've shown! Never be! Never see! Won't see what might have been!" With that, he is launching himself off the truck bed, as he sees Heather, as he grins at her.

He reaches down to turn down the music, as he looks at her with a grin, as he walks towards her slowly."Hiya again, I'm Casey Jones if ya forget. Sorry aboutcha, trouble last time ya know." His voice is friendly, as he offers his hand towards her, as he brushes that long hair out of his eyes once more, his eyes a pale blue, as he grins at her with boyish charm.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    And so, Heather stands out there on the lot, listening to and watching the utter insanity before her. "Did you call me here because you needed an audience for your one man show?" she asks, "Or were you trying to get a teen girl out here to be your groupie?"
    That said, she shakes her head, "As for who you are... I somehow doubt that I'll ever forget a detail about the other night. Can we talk inside perhaps?" Another pause before she adds, "Fair warning. You try anything and it might not go well for you." she adds with a sweet smile.

Casey Jones has posed:
"Nah, I was rude to ya and I wanted to make it up. Slowly as hell day down here, nothing to do so why not jam out." Casey leaps off the back of the truck, as his eyes roll at the girl."Ya ain't my type, nor do I chase little girls, sorry. Sounds like ya deal with alot of creeps, and that sucks ya know. They teeth should like be on the ground." With that he grins at her, as he moves inside of the garage now, to sit down at the desk, it is clean in here much more than last time, as he waits for her.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Well, usually the only people who invite young girls out to garages in the middle of the night -are- creeps. I figure... I'd rather it be me who showed up rather than someone who can't take care of themselves."
    That said, she shrugs and heads inside. "So..." she says as her own blue eyes sweep the place. "Got any more aquatic reptilians around here?"

Casey Jones has posed:
"Nopers, I ain't know whatcha talking about Miss Teen Titan, aint' meet that dude before in me life." Casey watches her now as he leans back in his chair for a moment, with a shake of his head."Offered to do free work, cause well, ya got tied up in my stuff. But, I guess ya aint' need it." His eyes going big, as it clicks what he wants as he leaps up."Nah, aint'......fucking......"His eyes closing as he exhales again, rubbing the bridge of his nose."I gots, a girl she is my world, aint' a creep damn girl, that is harsh.":

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Giving a look like a schoolmarm disciplining a young student, Heather sucks her teeth. "I wasn't accusing you of being a criminal pedophile. I was just suggesting that -this- is a weird situation. So why would you pick such an odd hour to invite some random costumer to come back and hang out?" she asks.
    "And you behaved like you knew that big guy the other night. The one with the shell, not the biker buffoons."

Casey Jones has posed:
Casey Jones says, "Cause I'm not around much now and stuff. I'm living on a farm upstate, just got back from der and was like fix this, and I didn't like mean now. I meant, like tomorrow or something."

Casey's hands are thrown into the air, as this little girl confuses him as he sighs softly.

Casey sighs softly, with a look of amusement mixed with frustration in his eyes. "You're a pain in the ass, and yeah, you say all sorts of stuff when the danger is going on, and I ain't know that big dude, and anyways I'm bigger dem him. Your like a dag, with a bone.""

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "I'm the pain in the ass?" asks Heather. She shrugs and adds, "Well then. I guess there's no need for apologies. I'll just go." she says as she jerks a thumb towards the exit.
    "You see that turtle dude again, you let'im know I said hey, okay? Maybe give him my number?"
    That said, she shifts her weight to her other hip and lifts both brows. "I think he was bigger than you for the record, and thanks... I am a bit stubborn. I don't quit on anything, ever."

Casey Jones has posed:
A soft sigh of annoyance comes out of the lips of Casey's lips as he shakes his head."Ya aint' ever allowed to meet Apes, nope that would be bad. The two of you together would give me the greys." As he walks over, slowly holding out his hand, for a moment."Sure, if I run into the dude, I aint' know, and he wants to speak to the girl I barely know, I'll do that."

Casey grins at Heather, as he waves around the place, with a little chuckle."He aint' in here much, if I know him at all. Cause, ya know, I hang with em like all the time." With that, he leans against the wall watching her by the exit as he speaks softly."But for real, got that car over here, and I'll do that stuff for ya. No charge, spark plugs looked bad, and I'll do the oil and do like a once over for ya. I mean, car ain't gotta die again, last time you put me on a time limit."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Apes?" asks Heather as she folds her arms over her lower ribcage. She inclines her head and fixates on that. "Who is Apes?" she asks.
    Her body language is that of someone who is not going to let herself get pushed around, and who is not going to be dissuaded from her current course. "I appreciate the auto-care offer. It's a rather generic car that I bought just for when I need to get around New York. I live in Metropolis. But I come to New York all the time for work and charity functions, and PR for the Titans and... well a lot of reasons."
    Then she smirks and shrugs her shoulders, arms staying folded. "I gave you a time limit because I wanted to give you a challenge. I thought you might take it as a joke.. that's how it was intended."

Casey Jones has posed:
"Ya gets people like dat all the time, that wanna push the poor's buttons, so I kinda assumed ya be one of them." Casey watches her for a moment, with a shake of his head. Two worlds, he knows which one she is from now, with a bite of his lower lip."Nevermind who Apes is, aint' got nada to do with dis."

Watching Heather with a little chuckle, as he leans back against the wall, as his eyes on the girls."Still needs it to work, when ya here. Have someone drops it off, and I'll get it good and right as rain, or a hockey pocket on its goal run." Casey pushes off the wall as he walks over to the fridge to grab a glass bottle of water as he flicks the top off into the garbage."Water want one?" +

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Look. I'm not convinced you have any idea what has to do with whom anymore." Heather states, arms still folded in an effort to maintain some sort of sense of authority, at least in her own mind. "I mean Apes could be something like a Gorilla. Or it could be a nickname for a no-neck muscle-goon." she adds. "Or you could be just trying to distract me from other stuff."
    "And forget the car for the moment. I appreciate the thought. But this place -is- quite a ways out of my normal route to get to. I mean I -live- in Metropolis as I've said. My time in New York is usually spent uptown."

Casey Jones has posed:
The ringing of the old rotary, phone spills throughout the garage." It's all distraction, ya find me out and so smart, and witty. Damn game point to the kiddo." Casey shakes his head as he sips his water as he answers the phone as he nods a few times."Okay, be right there, with the tow. Wait for the ambulance, I'll bring it back here and start."

Grabs, his leather jacket, sliding it over his large chest, as he looks over at the girl, with a little sigh, as he moves towards the tow truck, leaping into it as he starts it up."I gots to pick up a wreck, have fun haunting down imaginary friends or gorillas or tortuous." With that, he is starting to drive out of the garage, leaving her alone.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Alone in the garage. His place of business. Heather just stares as he leaves... "Okay then. That just happened." she mutters as the tow truck gets out of sight. Then she shakes her head, sighs, and does her best to close the place up, respectfully locking doors if she can, and gets ready to walk back to her hotel. Or maybe she'll grab an Uber.