[ It turns out that Baby on Board drives at the speed of six corgis wearing a trench coat. That is to say: perfectly observing the speed limit as to not arouse suspicion. Contrary to popular belief vis a vis his attitude towards flying, Jake kind of respects that. To show this, he decides, very gamely, not to fiddle with Bob's radio when now is the perfect time to hear Eye of the Tiger at full volume. Seriously. He's a giver.
The sun is blinding. Jake's smile is also blinding, so everything is as nature intended. His khakis are always uncreased and perfect because he's not an animal, he is NASA levels of squared away; those pearly whites gleam when he grins as he holds open the door, a brightly drawled Ladies, as two women exchange looks of the Who IS that? variety as they exit. Somehow, the gum he is chewing does not seem to deter them from turning their heads to look back at him. He gives them a small wave, and he can hear the two blondes erupt into giggles as they make their way back to their car.
The things he has to suffer through for Payback's birthday.
As such, Jake shoulders in right next to good ol' reliable Bob. Both arms flat on the glass display, revealing toned forearms and the slight bump of thick, healthy veins. ]
Thanks— [ A brief squint at the teen's nametag. ] —Izzie. You are so helpful.
[ She immediately flushes scarlet, murmurs something he doesn't quite catch as she heads to the back. Jake, in his infinite wisdom, turns to Bob and silently mouths the words TWENTY BUCKS, rubbing his forefinger and thumb together in the universal motion for YOU BETTER HAVE MY MONEY.
The manager, as it turns out, is a blonde woman in her mid-fifties. Cute button nose, freckles, not not Jake's type. Her nametag says SARAH. ]
Sarah, I was just telling your older sister here that—
[ —she's my employee, Sarah corrects, hands on her hips. She looks, actually, a little unimpressed. You know damn well she is not my age, honey.
Jake, undeterred, only brightens. He slings a very heavy and enthusiastic arm over Bob's shoulders. ]
Me and my buddy here were wondering if you could help us with a tiny favor.
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[ It turns out that Baby on Board drives at the speed of six corgis wearing a trench coat. That is to say: perfectly observing the speed limit as to not arouse suspicion. Contrary to popular belief vis a vis his attitude towards flying, Jake kind of respects that. To show this, he decides, very gamely, not to fiddle with Bob's radio when now is the perfect time to hear Eye of the Tiger at full volume. Seriously. He's a giver.
The sun is blinding. Jake's smile is also blinding, so everything is as nature intended. His khakis are always uncreased and perfect because he's not an animal, he is NASA levels of squared away; those pearly whites gleam when he grins as he holds open the door, a brightly drawled Ladies, as two women exchange looks of the Who IS that? variety as they exit. Somehow, the gum he is chewing does not seem to deter them from turning their heads to look back at him. He gives them a small wave, and he can hear the two blondes erupt into giggles as they make their way back to their car.
The things he has to suffer through for Payback's birthday.
As such, Jake shoulders in right next to good ol' reliable Bob. Both arms flat on the glass display, revealing toned forearms and the slight bump of thick, healthy veins. ]
Thanks— [ A brief squint at the teen's nametag. ] —Izzie. You are so helpful.
[ She immediately flushes scarlet, murmurs something he doesn't quite catch as she heads to the back. Jake, in his infinite wisdom, turns to Bob and silently mouths the words TWENTY BUCKS, rubbing his forefinger and thumb together in the universal motion for YOU BETTER HAVE MY MONEY.
The manager, as it turns out, is a blonde woman in her mid-fifties. Cute button nose, freckles, not not Jake's type. Her nametag says SARAH. ]
Sarah, I was just telling your older sister here that—
[ —she's my employee, Sarah corrects, hands on her hips. She looks, actually, a little unimpressed. You know damn well she is not my age, honey.
Jake, undeterred, only brightens. He slings a very heavy and enthusiastic arm over Bob's shoulders. ]
Me and my buddy here were wondering if you could help us with a tiny favor.
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100k* pls and ty
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🎀 perhaaaaps?