Out For A Drink [-Open-]

[jason]

”Well Mr. Howard, I don’t know what to tell you. No, it’s the price that we agreed on when you first came in. No, sir, I’m not lying. You can ask your wife, sir,” came the voice of Jason Junior Todd who was growing more and more frustrated as he talked to this man. Jason held the phone away from his ear when his customer began to scream at him about his wife. Jason shook his head and once he had calmed down, spoke again. ”No, Mr. Howard, I wasn’t checking out your wife. She’s a fine woman and all, but I have one of my own,” he lied, knowing that his words would probably calm down the man. Once calm enough, the man apologized and then said that he’d pay the amount that Jason had asked for and they said their good byes. Once the phone was back in its cradle, a heavy sigh escaped Jason’s lips. He slumped back in his chair and rubbed his temples for a moment before he stood up and walked over to his little radio. He turned it on, turned it to his favorite station and blared rock ‘n roll music as he walked over to the next car on his to-do list which was a 1971 cherry red Chevelle that a young brunette female had brought in. She claimed there were a few problems with the engine as well as many other things so Jason decided to look it over.

After doing several tests on the car, Jason determined that there was indeed something wrong with the engine and set to work, seeing if he could solve the problem without having to order a new, custom made engine model for this classic car. It took nine, long hours for Jason to finally fix the engine of the Chevelle as best as he could. It would probably get the young woman around for a while longer before it would die out for good and she would need a new engine. He told her that too when he called her to let her know that her car was ready. She said that she’d use her car for as long as possible and would save up on cash before buying a new engine from him. He smiled proudly, glad that someone was taking his advice before the bell to his shop rang. He looked up and saw that it was Mr. Howard who had come in to pick up his sleek, black 1968 Mustang. The man paid, much to Jason’s happiness and left a happy man. Jason looked around the store before he decided to clean up somewhat and get things organized before his replacement walked in, telling him that he was there to relieve him of duty. Jason laughed and nodded to him before he went and clocked out after gathering up his things.

Jason saluted his coworker and went outside to his beautiful 1967 Chevrolet Impala that he had kept in the most beautiful condition known to man. He got in his car and turned her on, grinning as she started to purr before he made his way towards his favorite local bar. He parked his baby in the parking lot behind the bar and stepped out. He locked her and walked inside, making sure to pat his back pocket for his wallet. He stepped inside and waved to the bartender before he sat down and ordered a beer. Sure, Jason was 20 years old, but he knew the bartender so he was allowed to come in and get a beer or two, but Barney kept him safe from most harm. He sighed a bit and popped his neck and back before saying,” Hey, Barn, can I have a wet towel while you’re at it?” he asked playfully before getting a damp, grease stained towel. Jason had used that towel so many times it should probably have his name on it. A light laugh escaped his lips as he wiped it over his arms and face before he tossed it behind the bar, grinning at Barney, who shook his head and set down his beer in front of him. Someone walked through the door, but Jason wasn’t really bothered to turn around.