part two - MECHANIC

Finding a place that would loan a group of teens a vehicle wasn't too much of a feat, and Henrick wondered why Felix didn't bother himself. Cadence was old enough to drive, although whether or not she was legally allowed to was under scrutiny. But, they found a local place within the town itself where they could procure themselves a jeep.

Convincing Sam to let them borrow it, however, took a little more persuasion, and Henrick was starting to notice just why the guy had chosen the "smarter and more intelligent sounding" of the group to go and get them their needed transport, because Sam would never, in a million years, allow someone like Felix anywhere near one of his cars.

Samson Porter was - without a doubt - sexy. He stood there with grease and oil stains covering both his white tanktop, and the exposed skin of his arms. Henrick gulped hard, focing that lump that formed in his mouth to leave him and allow him to focus on the task at hand. He hand his own boyfriend who was already a few years older than him, he didn't need to go looking at even older men. Brown eyes of the mechanic looked down at the fifteen year old, waiting to hear what he wanted to say.

"It's summer..." Henrick mumbled, forcing himself to speak. "Nice beach weather, and car. Yes, car"

"You look a bit too young to be driving."

"Ah, yes, not me, Fee - I mean, my friend is driving. Sent me, to, uhm..."

Sam's eyes drifted from Henrick to the plant that sat on the counter, and a smile curled ever so slightly at one corner of his mouth. Henrick gave him a confused look - that was mixed with all the other emotions he was currently feeling and probably made him look insane - and mumbled a few more things, still unable to get the right words out. Why couldn't Felix come and do this instead?

"So you and your friends are going to the beach, and want to borrow one of my cars?" Sam asked, getting out the words Henrick couldn't seem to say. He smiled lightly when Henrick relaxed considerably and nodded. "I'm not sure, I'd need to see this friend of your's, and his driving license. Why didn't he come instead of sending a messenger?"

Because Felix enjoys the suffering of other humans? "I-I...don't really know."

Sam let out a chuckle. "What sort of car do you guys need?"

"Felix wants a jeep."

Sam appeared to think about this for a bit, then turned to look at the area behind him where there sat a dismantled motorbicycle. He appeared to be looking for someone who was obviously not there. Turning back to Henrick, he informed him that he'd be right back and slipped off. From his spot in the reception area, Henrick could hear voices; one of which was distinctly Sam's and another he didn't recognise. After a few moments, Sam returned.

"We've got one that you can borrow, but you can't have the keys until I meet with this friend of yours."