Jason either has a very good poker face or Davin's flirting went right over his head. He suspects the latter, and for some reason he finds that entirely adorable. And familiar. Davin flirts like he's getting paid for it, but if someone else starts it, he doesn't tend to see it until it's been made fairly obvious. Probably why he's good at hook ups, but sucks at dating. Which is super unfortunate.
"I'm sure you will," Davin tells him, eyes alight with amusement. "And I'm glad t'do it, man. Now why don't ya buy your new boss a lunchtime beer an' we'll hammer out some details, aye?"
He winks to let him know that he's just kidding, about the beer at least, and carefully rolls the bike over to corner in Davin's part of the service bay, which is about half of the whole thing by now. He pockets the keys and wipes his hands on a clean rag before tossing it overhand onto his workstation. "Mel, I'm takin' lunch. That Ford's gettin' picked up in an hour, and it still needs its oil changed."
"Then why are you taking lunch if it needs shit done?" Mel gripes, and Davin grits his teeth.
"Because the Ford was your intake, and I'm telling you to do it," he grits out. Mel rolls his eyes and Davin takes a deep breath before turning around and coming up next to Jason. "C'mon, I really need that beer."
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Jason either has a very good poker face or Davin's flirting went right over his head. He suspects the latter, and for some reason he finds that entirely adorable. And familiar. Davin flirts like he's getting paid for it, but if someone else starts it, he doesn't tend to see it until it's been made fairly obvious. Probably why he's good at hook ups, but sucks at dating. Which is super unfortunate.
"I'm sure you will," Davin tells him, eyes alight with amusement. "And I'm glad t'do it, man. Now why don't ya buy your new boss a lunchtime beer an' we'll hammer out some details, aye?"
He winks to let him know that he's just kidding, about the beer at least, and carefully rolls the bike over to corner in Davin's part of the service bay, which is about half of the whole thing by now. He pockets the keys and wipes his hands on a clean rag before tossing it overhand onto his workstation. "Mel, I'm takin' lunch. That Ford's gettin' picked up in an hour, and it still needs its oil changed."
"Then why are you taking lunch if it needs shit done?" Mel gripes, and Davin grits his teeth.
"Because the Ford was your intake, and I'm telling you to do it," he grits out. Mel rolls his eyes and Davin takes a deep breath before turning around and coming up next to Jason. "C'mon, I really need that beer."