I Want To Know What Love Is

Greased Lightnin'!

TW: Vulgar Language, Assault

[Narrator's POV - Boscha and Willow]

Willow anxiously scanned her surroundings, gripping a tool while waiting for Boscha to extend her hand from beneath the car, indicating that she needed the tool. However, instead of signaling, Boscha emerged from under the car and stood up. "That''ll do it," she declared, standing beside the vehicle and admiring her handiwork. Willow cautiously placed the tool down, not wanting to alert the guard. "Did we really need to paint the car?" she asked, her voice filled with nervousness. Boscha smirked and walked towards the car, leaning against it. "Come on, we can't drive in a car that looks like that," she said, gesturing towards a dilapidated vehicle in the junkyard. "We'll be riding in style!" Boscha closed the hood and then pondered, "Now, how do we get this gorgeous piece of machinery out of here?" She laughed nervously, glancing at the guard who was patrolling in front of the unfortunately closed gate.

Willow looked at Boscha skeptically, her brows furrowing with worry. "Won't a freshly painted car draw even more attention? We're trying to stay low-key, remember?" she questioned, her voice tinged with concern.

Boscha grinned mischievously, unfazed by Willow's apprehension. "You always think too much. Trust me, a little paint job won't hurt. Besides, we want to make a statement when we hit the road!" she exclaimed, running her hand along the glossy surface of the car.

Willow sighed, realizing that arguing with Boscha about the car's appearance was futile. "Alright, but let's be quick about it. We don't want to linger here for too long," she urged, glancing nervously at the patrolling guard.

Boscha nodded, understanding the urgency. "I hear you, Park. We need to find a way to get this beauty out of here without catching the guard's attention," she mused, her mind racing with ideas. "Maybe we can distract him somehow?" Willow suggested.

"Orrr... we could knock him out again," Boscha suggested, playfully poking fun at Willow's previous actions. Her eyes widened in realization as she glanced at Willow. "That could work..." Willow responded. "I could knock him out from behind, and then we open the gate and voila! We're out!" Boscha continued, repeating herself in a more careful tone, as if making sure Willow understood her jest.

"Annddd, then we open the gate and slip away without worrying about the guard noticing and calling the cops!" Willow chimed in, snapping her fingers for emphasis. "Not too shabby, Boscha!" Boscha's smile widened, and something peculiar happened—her ears started to wag, much like a dog's tail. Willow couldn't help but comment, testing the waters, "You're a genius!" Her test worked like a charm, as Boscha's ears wagged even more vigorously, eliciting laughter from Willow.

"Alright, alright! Focus now," Willow said, attempting to regain their attention. "Taking out the guard... wait." Willow paused, trying to refocus her thoughts. "Do you... know how to hotwire a car?" Boscha's smile turned nervous as she admitted, "Well, I know the steps, but I've never actually done it before." Boscha and Willow exchanged concerned glances, contemplating the consequences if their escape plan didn't pan out and they ended up getting caught.

Willow cleared her throat, mustering her confidence. "Well, if you can restore this car from looking like shit, I have no doubt you can handle hotwiring it!" She flashed a reassuring smile at Boscha before peeking around the corner of the piled smashed cars that provided cover, blocking them from the guard's view. Her expression turned anxious as she surveyed the scene.

"Don't worry, this time I'll knock him out," Boscha assured Willow, giving her a friendly pat on the back. With determination in her eyes, she stepped out from the cover and stealthily made her way towards the guard. Willow's anxiety intensified with each passing moment as Boscha approached the guard, crouching behind him. When Boscha finally stood up and raised her fist, Willow couldn't bear to watch.