{{Hmm, maybe soonish, like maybe after the others get their pizza or something?}}
“Haha…” Scrapper had to hold back the urge to joke about Bloodshed wrapped around his girlfriend’s little finger as he watched the other’s face start to turn red. Or pretend to crack a whip. Primus, this kid was so in love with this girl that he would do anything she asked for. Except maybe quit this job, but the young man would literally do just about anything for her.
Heck, he remember one moment in the beginning of the year when the woman had called Bloodshed while he was on the job. The poor kid head’s looked ready to turn into a sun-burnt tomato as he was called to the rest area to take a call from his ‘missus’. No one knew what it was about, Bloodshed never told anyone about the call, but the witnesses to the call swore the man looked ready to have a heart attack at the sounds of his girl sounding very emotional over the phone. After trying to comfort her over the phone for ten minutes, he hung up and told the boss he was clocking out early that day.
Seriously, she simply had to make a face and the boy would jump over the ocean to do what she asked for.
“So an’way, which pizza you callin’ dibbs on tonight? Extra Cheesy, Meat Lovar, or The Steak Sand’ich?”
[Haha, okay]
Bloodshed was silent for a few moments before grumbling to himself. He felt embarrassed by the question, knowing that he wasn’t going to eat any of the pizza. Not because he didn’t want to… He just had something else on the menu.
“I’m not eating that tonight,” he muttered, turning away so the older man wouldn’t see his reddening cheeks as he remembered what happened this morning. “Thornstriker… She’s going to drop something off for me.”
Thornstriker was worrying about his health for a while now. He was only eating what was provided to him at the job, which wasn’t anything healthy. While he tried to reassure her that he was fine, she wouldn’t believe him. She then said that she would make him dinner tonight and bring it to his work. He had tried to convince her otherwise, but she was dead set on bringing him food. When he tried to tell her that his boss wouldn’t allow it, she simply called him up to get permission, which he kindly granted.
He growled to himself. The only reason why the boss allowed it was because, like every guy here, he liked her and enjoyed her company. He didn’t like how the guys here would be so friendly with her, but there was nothing he could do, which irritated him.
Scrapper stared at the man for a moment before letting out a laugh. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he muffled the rest of the laughs coming from him as he bent over, clutching his stomach. Once the initial uncontrollable laughter passed, he looked up as best as he could with his chest hurting from his withheld laughs.
“Y-Ya… Ya girl’s bringin’ ya dinner?! *heave* And she went an’ got permissio’ from ‘he *cough* boss?”
The look on Bloodshed’s face told him and he let out a low, held-out laugh, wheezing and holding his stomach as the pain didn’t matter. Oh Primus, this was too good to be true.
{{Damn, this took forever.}}
[Lol, it happens. XD]
Bloodshed just gave the man a dark look as he continued to laugh at him, suddenly feeling small and embarrassed. Damn it, this was why he didn’t want Thornstriker bringing him anything! The others guys were going to laugh at him.
“It’s not that big of a fucking deal,” he scowled, turning away from him. “She’s just dropping something off, that’s all.”
The older man struggled to regain his normal breathing.
“Haha… Sawry, but it’s… haha… it’s so damn cute. Her comin’ down to bring ya dinner. She’s sucha sweet doll *wheeze*… ha… youiz a damn lucky to have a girl like that.”
Picking himself up from kneeling over, he reached over to give the kid a friendly pat on the back. “Don’t let it get ta ya. Be’sides, you’d been around sweaty-ass men all day. Don’t ya want to see ya beautifal girl fer a little while? I mean, you don’t see her much at home.”
He huffed. Of course he wanted to see her. Having one job after another was keeping him from spending time with her and he hated that. He wanted to be there for her, but he couldn’t because of his hours.
Still, he didn’t want her here. He didn’t appreciate these guys ogling her whenever she came by. She may have been oblivious to it (like she was with everything), but he wasn’t.
“Again, she’s probably just going to leave it with the boss and he’ll give it to me,” he grumbled. “I’ll doubt I, or anyone else, will actually see her.”
XXX
Thornstriker pulled up in the small parking area near the little shack office outside the construction site. She grabbed the small lunch pail, which she packed with tupperware bowl filled with rice mixed in chicken and carrots and a fresh bottle of water (she threw in a brownie placed in a plastic bag as well), from the passengers seat and made her way up to the office.
She knocked on it, hearing a man call “Come in!” to her. She made her way inside and when the larger man saw her, she smiled and gave a small wave.
“Hello, Mr. Waters,” she said. “Thank you for letting me bring Bloodshed’s dinner here. I really appreciate it.”
[Sorry, can you do the boss? >_>)
{{Sure}}
‘Mr. Waters’ held back a smirk, managing a small grin as he waved at the young woman. “Hello ther’, Miss Thornstriker. How was th’ ride here?”
In this job, he was stuck having to hang around old and dirty men in a crude place like this. It was nice to have someone as naïve and damn sexy like Thornstriker come around once in a while. And while wearing that skirt and top… damn, what he could do to her if she weren’t with Bloodshed.
But ‘Mr. Waters’, or Dirt Boss as he was known by only a select few, knew better than to try anything against Bloodshed’s girl. The kid was a good worker and he didn’t want that kid’s wrath set upon him. Nor did he want the kid’s father, D-Con Enterprises’s CFO Bombrush, to get angry at him either. Megatron had given him another chance at this career after he blew it all with his money-skimming schemes and other illegal activities years before. Despite all those flaws, he was good at what he did. By managing a few things for D-con’s CEO here and there and getting jobs that got connections, he was paid well by the company.
So the man wouldn’t risk his second chance for a girl like her. Besides, Dirt Boss found it better like this. Oogling her as she came to drop off dinner for her boyfriend and her being none the wiser. It was so sweet and naïve that he almost chuckled because of it.
Thornstriker smiled, setting down the lunch pail on the counter. “It was fine. I hadn’t been able to change out of my work clothes, though, before I came by.”
She would normally wear her more casual clothes when coming by the construction site, but she just didn’t have time to change! Oh well, she was only dropping this off. She wished that she could hand this to Bloodshed herself, but she didn’t want to bother him while he was working… Still, she missed seeing him.
She shook off her loneliness and gestured to the lunchbox. “Well, I suppose I’ll just leave this here and be on my way. I don’t want to bother you men while you’re all working as hard as you are.”
“Ya leavin’? Don’t you want to say hi to ya boyfriend?” Primus, did he wish that blouse was a little lower. Or that skirt a little shorter. “And ya wouldn’t be bothin’ them. We have the ins’pecters and our bosses walking through here too often. One pretty little thing like you won’t bother them.”
Then an idea came to mind. Checking his watch, he figured the pizza they ordered for dinner would be here by now. And the men had been a little down lately. As their boss, he should do something to boost their morale.
“‘Ey, ya know what? I think its almost dinner time. I’ll just call em all down for dinner and you can go to the rest area and give it ta him? How’s about that?”
