It doesn’t take much for Andy to think someone is an ok guy to be around. Mostly, they just had to not try and kill him. But right now Ash was winning bonus points. It wasn’t too common for Andy to find someone else chill and laid back who didn’t obsess over money or life goals and back in Gutherie, Andy had been one of a kind in that aspect until his powers kicked in and he was able to quit his job at the coffee diner with Tracey. Meeting someone in real life who was a hacker with a computer business made him feel like he was in a heist action movie and he scoots his stool closer to Ash like an eager puppy.
"Seriously? Like in Ocean’s 11? 12? 13? The Bannen Way? Do you have high class crooks and gangsters coming to you all the time?"
Ash smirked some more, shrugging his shoulders. It wasn’t everyday someone was so enthused about his business. Andy’s interest was fluffing up his ego a little bit. And who doesn’t love to talk about themselves?
“‘m not so much into that kinda hacking, don’t really deal with the gangsters or crooks, but sometimes shit gets a little hairy,” he leaned back and cracked his knuckles. “One time I had to reconfigure this lady’s credit card checkin’ code so she’d stop spendin’ fake money on illegal stuff. Long story short, she got pissed and found me, then held a gun against my head.”
"A damn fine chevy," The woman replied with another suggestive smile. God, this guy was cute. The ‘take me home and pet my head’ kinda cute. But, he also had that… Edge. That somethingthat made him seem more than just a cuddly pet.
Maybe it was the way he carried himself. He wasn’t insecure in the slightest, nor afraid. That was admirable. Not many people had that. And confidence - that was sexy as Hell.
A hand was held out, then. As if actually expecting Ash to hand something over. “Keys, please,” She spoke up, with a chuckle and a tilt of her head. “You just show me the driveway. Trust me - I’m great when it comes to… Fine cars. And I dare say you’re one a’ the finest I’ve ever seen.”
Quickly licking his bottom lip and then standing to his feet, Ash tossed his hair back over his shoulder and reached down to place his hand in Pamela’s. It was warm and somewhat softer than he’d imagined her skin would be. For some reason, he had an image in the back of his mind of this smokin’ hot lady bent over the engine of a truck, her hands working in the oil and metal trying to fix all the broken parts until she had callouses on her fingertips. That image in mind, he was still glad he couldn’t figure everything out about her. Ash didn’t like jobs that were too easy.
"I’ll lead the way, gotta make sure you can drive stick before I hand over the whole vehicle," he smirked, giving Pamela’s hand a little tug as his eyes wandered the contours of her body from this angle. Damn, what he would give to see what was under the hood.
A - Ash
Andy shoots back a bitch pls expression of his own that lasts all of two seconds before breaking into his goofy grin again. ”Nope. Corona’s where it’s at. Corona with a lime, some Jefferson Airplanes playing, a beanbag chair and a bong and that’s all you need for a good night. I guarantee it.” He may be speaking from experience from living in the back of his van, especially after Webber died and he’d spend almost every night stoned out of his mind just in the hopes that he might be able to drift off to sleep for just a few hours.
He plays with his own hair, feeling more like a cocker spaniel puppy with the slightly curled locks and his warm brown eyes than someone who uses black magic as hair conditioner. Then again, he’d never felt like he had demon blood in him anyways but that was clearly wrong. He looks around the bar again, wondering just what it was that Ash did all day if he didn’t sit around in a van getting high. What else could there possibly be to do. ”Ok, so you practice black magic. Cool man. Besides that, what do you do around here anyways? Just play pool all day?” He glances to the pool tables that look more like a bed than a game.
Grinning, Ash leaned back, “I got my own little computer business, actually.” He didn’t like to boast, that’s what the hunters that came through the Roadhouse were for, but sometimes, it was nice to share his work with others.
"Programmin’, hackin’, buildin’ equipment’s all sorta my thing," he shrugged it off. This Andy guy was kinda cute in a quiet little puppy sort of way, but if the guy like his beer, classic rock and weed, so he wasn’t that bad.
"Hey, maybe I like desperate," She commented, only joking of course, though. Desperation wasn’t exactly her type - but she did like knowing she was wanted. That look the men - and women, speaking of - would get when just looking at her, and the way their lips would twist into a stumped little smile when she gave them a compliment.
Ah, yes - that’s what she liked.
"Well, y’know, if I did stick around I would only do so to take ya for a ride, but,” She gave a playful, carefree shrug, then. Smile remaining, nudging back a bit, though. Yeah, she wasn’t gonna put it out without having some response first. “If that ain’t your thing, I can just leave with the boys and never bother your pretty lil’ face again. I, of course, would forever be heartbroken an’ cry for ya at night, but,” She gave a light chuckle, suggesting that she was, again, joking. Even if there was a lot to cry about if she missed a night with this guy. “Y’know. Your call.”
Ash swallowed heavily and grinned. If he wasn’t mistaken, Pamela, an extremely attractive and intelligent woman, was getting suggestive with him. Shifting a little in the seat of the couch, Ash raised an eyebrow.
"Take me for a ride? What am I, just some shiny new Chevy?"
Chuckling under his breath, he looked down at his lap. They’d already polished off a few beers, gotten the small talk and get-to-know-you stuff out of the way; where was this going?
"I mean…if you wanna take a spin, I guess I could hand over the keys…" he glanced up, catching her gaze.
Life’s pretty rockin’ at the momento, man.
If ya need advice from the Doc, just give me a holler. I’m here all week.
"PBR?" Andy nudges Ash’s arm back as his doe brown eyes scanned over the shelves of the bar and wonders why Ash would want a PBR of all things but he’s not about to judge a guys drinking tastes. Not after being a guy who spends his nights lighting up a bong in the back of his van. To each their own lifestyle, and it’s really no one elses concern what they liked so he ordered up a PBR for Ash and hesitated before getting a Corona for himself. "Enjoy that, but you really can’t beat a Corona."
He swivels in his chair to glance at Ash playing with his hair, trying to not stare. ”Is your mullet magic or black magic? I could understand if you use some herbal shampoo but I don’t think I could sacrifice a goat just to get soft hair.” He reaches up to touch his own short, slightly curled dark locks of hair and ends up just playing with his ear clip instead.
Raising his eyebrows, Ash gave the other guy a ‘bitch please’ kind of expression. “Corona? That shit’s overrated. If you wanna talk unbeatable beer, try some of the girly shit we got over there. St. Pauli Girl, Bass Ale, Victory Lager. That’s the stuff the owner drinks and I gotta admit, it kicks ass.”
He shrugged and leaned back. Corona was okay, but Ash loved his PBR. It was the first beer he ever tasted and would probably be the last. Laughing out loud at Andy’s statement, he almost choked on his drink. “Definitely black magic for sure. And yours ain’t so bad either, dude.”
Ask box is open! Got any questions for Ash? He ain’t got anythin’ better to do!
Pamela couldn’t help but laugh at that - but not the mocking, degrading kind of laugh. The light, amused kind, that made her shake her head and her smile widen into a tiny, toothy grin. “Ya know, for all the Led Zeppelin playing in the background, and the clothes ya wear and the hairstyle, you seem like a proper metal head, but…” A deep, exaggerately dreamy sigh was exhaled. “Deep down, you’re just another geek kid, aint’cha?” Pamela let out a light chuckle, shaking her head again. “Damn you’re lucky you’re cute.”
Not that she had any problem with geeks, not at all. Geeks were fine, geeks were smart - and smart was, as they said, the new sexy. “Well - I’m more of a Tony Stark or Nick Fury kinda gal, but, y’know.” She offered an almost sheepish shrug. “Banner’s cool too.”
God, she was discussing comics with a guy she maybe, possibly intended to keep around. Comics.
A head tilted at his question, eyes squinting a bit. She was thinking, one could tell, weighting on her options, kind of like a feline trying to decide when and how to attack, if they would attack at all. “Well, gee, handsome, I just met ya,” She replied, voice somehow quieter now. Lower. “But I could stick for a few days. Yanno - if I had a place to crash.”
Ash cocked an eyebrow. “Can’t I be a geek and a proper metal head?”
He wasn’t stupid, Ash knew how weird and uncommon it was for a redneck from Tennessee to have knowledge of classic Marvel comics and programming abilities like he had. He wasn’t blind to the fact that although most hunters used his talents for their jobs and were almost always appreciative, they laughed behind his back. It’s not like he cared, because honestly, as long as they tipped once and a while and didn’t treat him like dirt, Ash was cool with who he was. It took a long time to become so confident and he wasn’t about to let that go because of other people’s judgements. If they didn’t like him for who he was, they weren’t worth his worries.
After Pamela’s reiteration of the fact that they had just met and it sounded like Ash had asked her to stay with him, he cleared his throat. “Didn’t mean t’ sound desperate or forward before. You could stick ‘round here if you want, but I ain’t sayin’ you gotta stay with me. Though it’s good t’ know you think I’m cute and handsome.” Women never seemed to understand that ‘cute’ wasn’t really a compliment for guys.