My Love; My Life: Slipping Through My Fingers

Dr. Tire-Queen

Setting: middle of 2040-2041 school year; Sparks auto shop...

     Angel quietly watches Shey from across the street at her shop as she struggles to hold her tools, causing Louie & Asher to help her or take over her work for her against her stubbornness. He watches as Shey eventually gives up fighting with them on the matter & lock herself in the office; he takes the chance & brings his bike over...

"Angel!" Asher greets, "what brings ya-ere..." he stops short of seeing his bike with him, "the hell ya do ta it?"

"Crashed it," he replies as he limps in, "woulda brought it in earlier, but I didn't think she'd wanna see me."

"Too late," Shey's voice comes, sounding annoyed

"..." Angel eyes the garage floor

"Y'all auta be in the hospital," she grumbles, "n shoulda brought it ta me last night, "she mutters as she grabs the bike, her tool box & slams his hands away as she kicks the kickstand down, "get yer ass ta the hospital."

"Uh-"

"NOW."

"Shey, shouldn't ya-" Asher starts

"Get 'im ta the hospital," she cuts him off as she ignores their staring at her struggle with the tools, "NOW," she snaps again, "n stop by my uncle's store-tell 'im we're outta tires."

"Y-yeah," he replies, "sure, but-"

"I'll be fine till ya get back," she sighs out at his hesitation, "just cause it's harder ta work with my hands, ain't mean it's impossible fer me ta do so-now please get 'im ta the hospital so 'is leg can be looked at n don't ferget the store, we really need those tires."

"How many tires should I order?"

"At least two truck fulls."

"Got it," he replies, "be back in a flash-"

"Ya sure as hell better not be," she mutters, "oh, n Angel-"

"Yeah?"

"Glad ta see ya ain't dead."

"Same," he replies, referring to the fire

"Good ta see she ain't mad at me anymore-"

"Cause I told er that the blackmail was meant fer me," Asher tells him, "I cleared it up fer ya-but fixin the rest is up ta the two of ya."

"How am I gonna-"

"Ain't able ta help ya there cuz."

They drive the rest of the way to the hospital in silence; Asher drops him off, checks him in & heads off to the closest 'Dr. Tire' store, where he's greeted by a number workers. Cali Cooper stands at the counter checking a person out, while her mother seems absent from the secretary's desk; as soon as the customer leaves, & Cali removes herself from behind the counter, Asher makes his way towards her...

"Go for Doctor Tire," Cali says as she presses the ear piece to answer a call as she holds up a finger to stop Asher from speaking, "Nope, sorry," she tells who ever it is, "the Doctor Tire company is founded by George Cooper Jr-my father," she continues, "n as founder, all promotional advertisin guests are ta be set up through the founder & owner, a lawyer or the founder's secretary. The founder n the secretary are both currently on vacation, the lawyer is currently out of town n as the future face of the company-" she tells them but seems to be cut off, "look ere buddy! As the future face of this ere establishment, all I can say is that whatever happened is between Tony Roma n the current Doctor, not me-n I'm tellin ya that as the future head, I'm makin the executive decision that after Troy Aikman, the next spokesman fer our products will be Dallas Cooper of the Dallas Cowboys n if Roma wants any chance of bein a face fer this company, then e has ta bring it up with the current Doc, not me," she snaps, "goodbye."