➣ 1x04 'patch over'
THE OPEN ROAD WAS SILENT, SAVE FOR THE SOFT HUM OF THE RADIO AND TIG'S SNORING.
The full patch member had succumbed to his disappointment of the evenings event and his injury, sleeping like a log against the window of the cargo truck, while Juice and Aislin remained awake.
"You don't sleep?" Juice asks, breaking the silence from his spot. One hand on the wheel of the cargo truck, the other in a fist against his head. Aislin glances at him, then forward again.
"Can't sleep in cars. Or cargo trucks as it turns out..." She replies softly, keeping her gaze on the headlit road in front of them. Juice smiles softly, reaching into his pack, pulling out a ziploc of what looked to be carrots, he took one for himself before offering it to Aislin, who chuckles at the sight.
"You packed healthy snacks for...a gun smuggling run?" She asks, indulging in his offer. Juice chuckles, shrugging. "I don't like to be hungry. And all that processed shit kinda freaks me out, y'know? Thinking about all the chemicals in it goin' into my body and mixing with everything...plus, y'know, gotta stay healthy for the ladies." He replies. Aislin isn't fazed by his latter remark, but she glances over at him at the former, her brows furrowing. She decides not to pry though.
"Patch over party ladies?" She adds teasingly. Aislin knew he had said that he didn't care too much about missing it, but hell, she grew up around SAMBEL and the True IRA. She wasn't oblivious. And maybe she was right, to a young guy like Juice a booze-crazed sex party was probably what he needed after all the recent shit, but he didn't mind too much.
"Nah, they aren't my type" he says. Aislin gives him a disbelieving look.
"Young, beautiful-- and all the shit Tig said, isn't your type? So what is your type then?" She asks amusedly. Juice gives her a grin "retirement home gals" he replies, feigning seriousness though his expression gives away the joke. Aislin laughs loudly, quickly covering her mouth and sparing Tig a hasty glance in order to make sure she didn't wake him.
"You're ridiculous." She states. It was a nice change of pace to being called an idiot and much more...colourful terms by the others.
"Yeah, I know. But it makes you laugh..." he replies, turning his gaze on the road, the radio washing out their conversation once again. Juice shifts a bit, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to get more comfortable after driving so long. Aislin notices, studying him for a moment.
"Tired?" She asks, sympathetically. Juice gives a shrug and sends a half-hearted smile her way, leaning against his fist, his elbow propped against the window.
"Nah...s'okay, I don't mind driving. Plus, I feel like if I ask Tig for anything until his ass heels he might lock me in a room with that methed out Doberman." He replies. Aislin chuckles again, pausing to observe the slight movements as he grips the steering wheel with a yawn.
"I could drive" she offers softly. Juice's face turns into a sketpical expression, looking her way once again.
"You hit a deer." He states "And got a ticket for street racing!"
"The deer jumped out at me! And I only got caught because the copper was hiding down a dirt road. I've never crashed. I'm a very good driver." She replies. Juice pauses, his eyes flicking back to the road as he considers it.
"You think you can handle something this big?" He asks
"That's what she said" Aislin replies casually
"I fuckin' hope not" Juice replies, head whipping around to look at her with a joking grimace. Aislin smacks his arm playfully, shaking her head at him.
"We can't stop you know, tight schedule." Juice points out "so we gotta switch fast"
"I can do that, just tell me what to do" Aislin replies calmly. Juice sighs, removing his free arm from the window to put both hands on the wheel, the gears in his head turning.
"Alright, fine. Slide your foot over to the gas..." He instructs softly. Aislin grins, shifting closer, her leg sliding over his. The truck slows a bit, as she doesn't wanna accidentally gun it. "Hands on the wheel now..." Juice says, his hands slipping out just as hers come into place. There's a beat. He swallows slightly, hands shifting to her waist "okay...switch" he mumbles, assisting in sliding her over his lap as he slides out from under her, now in the middle. The cargo truck jerks slightly, causing Tig to stir, but he quickly falls asleep soon after. Aislin and Juice exchange a glance, pursing their lips to keep from laughing too loudly, but eventually the chuckles escape them.
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