Hooligans 1/2
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owlgrey
PAIRING: Billy/Elijah
RATING: NC17
SUMMARY: Billy teaches Elijah how to be a real soccer hooligan.
CONTENT/WARNING: Hooligan sex! Sorry to Dom fans, he isn’t really such a bad guy!!!
SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. These events never happened, except for Billy giving Elijah some soccer hooligan pointers. Despite extensive research I could not ascertain Billy’s soccer team, so allocated him Rangers because blue is his favourite colour! Apologies if I got it wrong.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Thanks towiddershin who actually encouraged me to write Hobbit sex!!! Thanks also Widders for the soccer reference assistance. I know…Shearer rules! For non-Australians ‘Vegemite’ is a yeast based sandwich spread very popular in Australia. It is an acquired taste.
Chapter 1
Billy and Elijah curled up on the sofa, a full three hours’ video gaming behind them.
“That game rocks!” sighed Elijah, rubbing his right thumb.
“You’re going to have arthritis by the time you’re thirty,” warned Billy.
“Yeah yeah,” replied Elijah, ignoring the warning. “Worth it though. Did you see me kill that army dude? That was fully sick!”
“My sister says boys only like gaming cos we have to have something in our hands all the time. She says it’s all psycho-sexual,” said Billy.
“Yeah, but your sister doesn’t have a p…” began Lij.
“Play station,” finished Billy, raising his eyebrows. The guys should know his sister was off limits in the smut territory.
“It's all down to Play Station envy,” said Lij.
Billy chose to change the subject rather than further admonish Elijah.
“Hey Lij, isn’t it ironic that us cutesy ex Hobbits have both been cast as nasty pasties in our next films?” laughed Billy.
Elijah just gave him a blank look. “Speak English Billy,” he huffed. “What is a ‘nasty pasty’?”
“I’m cast to be the voice of Chucky’s seed, and you’re gonna be a soccer hooligan. We’ve both gone from being the nice guys of the Shire to being the devil incarnate.”
“Yep, it’s cool that everybody’s careers have taken off. Orli’s become the pin-up boy he was born to be. Viggo’s finally being recognised as the dashing heart-throb that he is,” said Elijah, clutching his heart in mock adulation, and…” He stopped there. He hadn’t meant to continue on to Dom.
“It’s OK Lij, you can speak his name. I’m cool with it. It’s brilliant that Dom’s scored the role in ‘Lost’. It’s one of the biggest TV series produced so far,” Billy said.
Elijah could tell that the comment had taken some saying by Billy. He had not taken his break-up with Dom well. To the untrained eye of the public Billy had remained his bright cheery self. However, Elijah as well as the other cast members knew that their parting had hurt Billy beyond belief. ‘Lost’ was an ironic title in the circumstances.
Dom had changed since filming had finished. Elijah couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but somehow Dom was different. He didn’t joke as much, or hang out with the guys. Elijah wondered whether it was living in LA that had caused it. Dom had a new set of friends, and gradually that begin to exclude Billy. Eventually Billy had broached the subject, and Dom had politely and but gently told him that he had ‘moved on’. They saw each other every now and again, but their dealings were forced. The old joking and camaraderie was gone.
“So you’re comfortable being a soccer hooligan then are you Lij? asked Billy.
“As comfortable as you are being the offspring of a maniacal toy I should imagine,” replied Elijah.
“Not very then,” smiled Billy. “But you’ve been doing preparation I hear.”
“You spend way too much time on the Internet Boyd,” laughed Elijah, “stalking people not only in their gardens, but in cyber world as well.”
“That and playing ‘X Box’ with you when you’re not sitting next to me,” laughed Billy, tickling Elijah on the side, sending him immediately into fits of giggles.
“Don’t Billy, I’m ticklish!” squealed Elijah.
“No!” said Billy sarcastically, smiling and tickling him harder.
Elijah composed himself, wiping the tears from his eyes, and trying to catch his breath.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I’ve been doing a lot of research,” Elijah finally managed to say. “I mean, what can you do Billy? Get your sister’s dolls out and start playing?”
“Or killing…” Billy said in a low threatening tone.
“Hmm…that the voice of Chucky’s seed?” laughed Elijah.
“No, the voice of a very pissed off Billy. Sister’s dolls indeed. I think you own more dolls than she does anyway.”
“They’re collector’s items, not dolls,” said Elijah.
“And you’ve been photographed buying them!” laughed Billy.
“Getting back to your original question,” said Elijah, realising the conversation was going into dangerous territory, “I have been doing research. I’ve been to a few matches, and spoken to some fans. I take all my roles very seriously.”
“I don’t doubt that, but they’ve been sending you to pussy matches Lij. You want to see a real game. One where the opposing fans hate each others’ guts with a vengeance.”
Billy got up and poured two glasses of whisky, placing them reverently on the table in front of them. Elijah knew this was a sign that Billy was about to talk ‘culture’, however tenuous the concept of soccer hooliganism as a form of culture might be.
“What you’ve got to understand Lij is it’s not just about football,” began Billy. It’s about obsession. Winning to these fans is everything. It’s also about manhood, about marking your territory and defending it.”
“Hey, I’m no stranger to territory. I’ve spent time in New York…Hannah lives there remember?” he replied.
“We’re not just talking territory here Lij. Soccer hooliganism is a British phenomenon. No offence, but you’re American. It’s like asking me to understand cheerleaders or or…” Billy searched for another analogy. “That god-awful stuff they fed us in Australia…what was it called…’vegemite’? They call that a national food? Fucking national disaster if you ask me!”
“Amen to that!” laughed Elijah. “That brown muck they call a sandwich spread. Looks like dog shit and tastes like…”
“There’s no words for what that stuff tastes like,” laughed Billy.
“So young man, I’m taking you to a real match,” said Billy, getting back to the point. “Celtic versus Rangers. This weekend. I warn you, it’ll be rough, but you’ll get more material for your part in one afternoon with me than all the matches you’ve been to so far. I promise.”
***************************
Elijah turned up at Billy’s apartment an hour before the appointed time. He was bundled up in several layers of windcheaters, and was carrying a plastic bag full of junk food. Billy greeted him with a bemused look on his face.
“You can buy food there Lij, not that I’d stray too far in the crowd if I were you looking like that,” laughed Billy.
“Looking like what? What’s the matter with me?” asked Lij, staring behind him as if the fault were following him like a bad smell.
“Top windcheater’s green and…” Billy leaned in to pull down the top layer of clothing, and then checked the layers beneath that. “all green. You cannae stand in the Rangers bleachers wearing green. You’ve got no idea have ya you wee Yankee boy,” he said, putting on his strongest accent to further tease Elijah.
“I know more than you think,” pouted Elijah. “Green’s Celtic’s colours, and I’m rooting for them!”
“Rooting for them are you?” laughed Billy. “I wouldn’t go yelling that too loud where you’ll be standing. Us Rangers lads are a dangerous bunch.”
“We’ll be in the Rangers stands?” queried Elijah, putting on an innocent voice. “Oh fuck Billy, I thought you were a Celtic supporter. I was looking forward to meeting all your Celtic mates.”
“Look Lij, that innocent ‘I thought’ bullshit might fool Orlando, but it doesn’t fool me. Anything could fool Orlando for that matter, but that’s beside the point. You fucking know I’m a Rangers supporter you little shit, and because I’m the one taking you to the game, then for all intensive purposes you are a Rangers fan today. So take all of that green crap off.”
Billy marched into the kitchen to put the kettle on. He grabbed the coffee plunger from the side of the sink, and levelled first one then two scoops of his best Italian coffee. The ritual calmed him, soothing away the minor irritation that was ‘I’m purposely trying to piss you off’ Elijah.
“Lij, you like sugar in your coffee don’t you?” he yelled through to the other room.
Elijah’s “Yes of course…heaps,” sounded rather muffled, but Billy thought nothing of it, yelling through, “I’m gonna take a thermos of coffee. The coffee they sell there is crap. Do you think I should take one thermos or two?”
There was no answer this time.
“Lij, I said, I’m gonna take our own coffee. I hate crap coffee.” Billy shouted. “Do you think I should take one thermos or two? It’s just that sometimes it’s really hard to judge when to take a pee break cos the queues get really long. What do you think?”
Again there was no answer.
“Perhaps he’s gone out to get a change of clothes,” thought Billy. “Fucking Celtic fan indeed!” Billy collected himself, determined not to let Elijah get the better of him. He had been gotten the better of by many of the cast members in the past. He had learnt that to survive the teasing which had affectionately been dubbed ‘the Ring of Fire’ you had to have your wits about you, and a calm disposition. Billy always approached all of the cast members with his wits and calm disposition firmly intact, especially Viggo. Viggo had tricked each and every cast member, lulling them in to a false sense of security with his ‘renaissance man’ act. Everyone had lowered their defences at one time or another, thinking that Viggo was such a ‘higher soul’, only to be pounced upon. Viggo had been seen scampering away giggling maniacally way too many times. Viggo was the only one Elijah wouldn’t attempt to trick. At least the little bugger had sense!
Billy walked back through to the lounge room to see whether Elijah had gone back to his hotel to change.
“Ta da!!!”
There, standing in the middle of his lounge room was Elijah, totally naked, holding up his arms and yelling “Ta da!”
“I don’t have a single bit of green on me Billy Boy! Happy?”
Billy’s eyes darted about the room. Having a totally naked young Elijah in his lounge room appeared to be lewd, obscene, and sort of illegal. He got his thoughts together, trying to get the calm disposition thing going, and nonchalantly said, “So, you’re going to the match like that are you? Totally naked in front of a crowd full of very macho soccer supporters? Come on then, grab your stuff and let’s go.”
Billy realised as the words came out that they weren’t that smart, and that he had in no way pulled Elijah’s bluff. He had just given Elijah more material to work with.
“What do you want me to grab Billy?” asked Elijah suggestively. “Now let me see, what’s close at hand…?”
“For God’s sake Lij put some clothes on.” Billy grabbed the jeans and jumper he had been toying with wearing before deciding on his favourite Rangers strip, and threw them Elijah’s way. He decided that getting clothes on Elijah was more important at this moment than winning the jibe competition. It was that damn tatt! The cheeky little fuck had purposely had his tattoo done on his hipbone, so that your eyes were immediately drawn downwards. You couldn’t help yourself. Elijah stood with the clothes at his feet where they had landed, smiling wickedly at Billy. His face said, “I win this round!”
With Elijah finally decently dressed in non team colours, two thermoses of coffee, a hip flask of whisky for the coffee, and a mother load of junk food, Billy decided that they were ready to leave. He went to grab his car keys, but Elijah waved his and said, “I bought a car! We can go in mine.”
“You bought a car Lij?” asked Billy, perplexed.” Why? You’re only in Britain for a few weeks for filming. Didn’t they give you a rental to use in London?”
“Yeah,” shrugged Elijah, but I figured if I had my own car I could drive back down to London. Meet some people on the way.”
“Meet people?” asked Billy. “What people Lij?”
“I dunno. It’s boring just meeting who you’re told to meet,” he said. “I can drive from Glasgow to London and do what I want. That’d be cool.”
Billy didn’t push the conversation further. This was the Elijah who had planted the surfing seed in the Hobbits’ minds, and Billy knew how successful that had been. Sometimes great things came of Elijah’s boredom. He wasn’t too sure that would be the case with driving from Glasgow to London, but then he had been unsure of surfing, so…
“Fuck Elijah!” yelled Billy, as he turned from locking the door. “It’s bright green! Tell me that bright green…thing isn’t yours!”
“All mine!” smiled Elijah. “My love for my new team of Celtic knows no bounds. It’s all about obsession Billy, and marking your territory,” lectured Elijah, parroting Billy’s own words. “I thought I would mark my territory by driving around in my team colours!”
Billy was speechless. The car was the most hideous bright green he had seen in his life. It was unbelievably and indescribably ugly. Yet when Elijah was standing next to it, proudly unlocking the door and holding it open to invite Billy in, it looked so…cool. From a distance it was the car version of a fashion disaster, but with Elijah next to it, it became cool. A very cool car indeed.
“I saw her and fell in love with her,” said Elijah, closing the door with a creak.
“I don’t know if she’ll make it to the ground today, let alone London,” said Billy doubtfully, wriggling around to avoid the cracked leather, which was poking into places he preferred it not to poke.
“She’s a beauty!” smiled Elijah, running his hands over the dash in appreciation. “She’ll get me wherever I want to go. Because I ask her to.” He turned the key over in the ignition, and after a few attempts accompanied by a begging “Please!” from Elijah, the green beauty started.
“So, directions please Mr. Glasgow,” laughed Elijah, “and not ‘drive on the left hand-side’ thanks,” he added. “That joke’s wearing really thin.”
TBC
Hooligan Lij
AUTHOR:
owlgrey PAIRING: Billy/Elijah
RATING: NC17
SUMMARY: Billy teaches Elijah how to be a real soccer hooligan.
CONTENT/WARNING: Hooligan sex! Sorry to Dom fans, he isn’t really such a bad guy!!!
SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. These events never happened, except for Billy giving Elijah some soccer hooligan pointers. Despite extensive research I could not ascertain Billy’s soccer team, so allocated him Rangers because blue is his favourite colour! Apologies if I got it wrong.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Thanks to
widdershin who actually encouraged me to write Hobbit sex!!! Thanks also Widders for the soccer reference assistance. I know…Shearer rules! For non-Australians ‘Vegemite’ is a yeast based sandwich spread very popular in Australia. It is an acquired taste.Chapter 1
Billy and Elijah curled up on the sofa, a full three hours’ video gaming behind them.
“That game rocks!” sighed Elijah, rubbing his right thumb.
“You’re going to have arthritis by the time you’re thirty,” warned Billy.
“Yeah yeah,” replied Elijah, ignoring the warning. “Worth it though. Did you see me kill that army dude? That was fully sick!”
“My sister says boys only like gaming cos we have to have something in our hands all the time. She says it’s all psycho-sexual,” said Billy.
“Yeah, but your sister doesn’t have a p…” began Lij.
“Play station,” finished Billy, raising his eyebrows. The guys should know his sister was off limits in the smut territory.
“It's all down to Play Station envy,” said Lij.
Billy chose to change the subject rather than further admonish Elijah.
“Hey Lij, isn’t it ironic that us cutesy ex Hobbits have both been cast as nasty pasties in our next films?” laughed Billy.
Elijah just gave him a blank look. “Speak English Billy,” he huffed. “What is a ‘nasty pasty’?”
“I’m cast to be the voice of Chucky’s seed, and you’re gonna be a soccer hooligan. We’ve both gone from being the nice guys of the Shire to being the devil incarnate.”
“Yep, it’s cool that everybody’s careers have taken off. Orli’s become the pin-up boy he was born to be. Viggo’s finally being recognised as the dashing heart-throb that he is,” said Elijah, clutching his heart in mock adulation, and…” He stopped there. He hadn’t meant to continue on to Dom.
“It’s OK Lij, you can speak his name. I’m cool with it. It’s brilliant that Dom’s scored the role in ‘Lost’. It’s one of the biggest TV series produced so far,” Billy said.
Elijah could tell that the comment had taken some saying by Billy. He had not taken his break-up with Dom well. To the untrained eye of the public Billy had remained his bright cheery self. However, Elijah as well as the other cast members knew that their parting had hurt Billy beyond belief. ‘Lost’ was an ironic title in the circumstances.
Dom had changed since filming had finished. Elijah couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but somehow Dom was different. He didn’t joke as much, or hang out with the guys. Elijah wondered whether it was living in LA that had caused it. Dom had a new set of friends, and gradually that begin to exclude Billy. Eventually Billy had broached the subject, and Dom had politely and but gently told him that he had ‘moved on’. They saw each other every now and again, but their dealings were forced. The old joking and camaraderie was gone.
“So you’re comfortable being a soccer hooligan then are you Lij? asked Billy.
“As comfortable as you are being the offspring of a maniacal toy I should imagine,” replied Elijah.
“Not very then,” smiled Billy. “But you’ve been doing preparation I hear.”
“You spend way too much time on the Internet Boyd,” laughed Elijah, “stalking people not only in their gardens, but in cyber world as well.”
“That and playing ‘X Box’ with you when you’re not sitting next to me,” laughed Billy, tickling Elijah on the side, sending him immediately into fits of giggles.
“Don’t Billy, I’m ticklish!” squealed Elijah.
“No!” said Billy sarcastically, smiling and tickling him harder.
Elijah composed himself, wiping the tears from his eyes, and trying to catch his breath.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I’ve been doing a lot of research,” Elijah finally managed to say. “I mean, what can you do Billy? Get your sister’s dolls out and start playing?”
“Or killing…” Billy said in a low threatening tone.
“Hmm…that the voice of Chucky’s seed?” laughed Elijah.
“No, the voice of a very pissed off Billy. Sister’s dolls indeed. I think you own more dolls than she does anyway.”
“They’re collector’s items, not dolls,” said Elijah.
“And you’ve been photographed buying them!” laughed Billy.
“Getting back to your original question,” said Elijah, realising the conversation was going into dangerous territory, “I have been doing research. I’ve been to a few matches, and spoken to some fans. I take all my roles very seriously.”
“I don’t doubt that, but they’ve been sending you to pussy matches Lij. You want to see a real game. One where the opposing fans hate each others’ guts with a vengeance.”
Billy got up and poured two glasses of whisky, placing them reverently on the table in front of them. Elijah knew this was a sign that Billy was about to talk ‘culture’, however tenuous the concept of soccer hooliganism as a form of culture might be.
“What you’ve got to understand Lij is it’s not just about football,” began Billy. It’s about obsession. Winning to these fans is everything. It’s also about manhood, about marking your territory and defending it.”
“Hey, I’m no stranger to territory. I’ve spent time in New York…Hannah lives there remember?” he replied.
“We’re not just talking territory here Lij. Soccer hooliganism is a British phenomenon. No offence, but you’re American. It’s like asking me to understand cheerleaders or or…” Billy searched for another analogy. “That god-awful stuff they fed us in Australia…what was it called…’vegemite’? They call that a national food? Fucking national disaster if you ask me!”
“Amen to that!” laughed Elijah. “That brown muck they call a sandwich spread. Looks like dog shit and tastes like…”
“There’s no words for what that stuff tastes like,” laughed Billy.
“So young man, I’m taking you to a real match,” said Billy, getting back to the point. “Celtic versus Rangers. This weekend. I warn you, it’ll be rough, but you’ll get more material for your part in one afternoon with me than all the matches you’ve been to so far. I promise.”
***************************
Elijah turned up at Billy’s apartment an hour before the appointed time. He was bundled up in several layers of windcheaters, and was carrying a plastic bag full of junk food. Billy greeted him with a bemused look on his face.
“You can buy food there Lij, not that I’d stray too far in the crowd if I were you looking like that,” laughed Billy.
“Looking like what? What’s the matter with me?” asked Lij, staring behind him as if the fault were following him like a bad smell.
“Top windcheater’s green and…” Billy leaned in to pull down the top layer of clothing, and then checked the layers beneath that. “all green. You cannae stand in the Rangers bleachers wearing green. You’ve got no idea have ya you wee Yankee boy,” he said, putting on his strongest accent to further tease Elijah.
“I know more than you think,” pouted Elijah. “Green’s Celtic’s colours, and I’m rooting for them!”
“Rooting for them are you?” laughed Billy. “I wouldn’t go yelling that too loud where you’ll be standing. Us Rangers lads are a dangerous bunch.”
“We’ll be in the Rangers stands?” queried Elijah, putting on an innocent voice. “Oh fuck Billy, I thought you were a Celtic supporter. I was looking forward to meeting all your Celtic mates.”
“Look Lij, that innocent ‘I thought’ bullshit might fool Orlando, but it doesn’t fool me. Anything could fool Orlando for that matter, but that’s beside the point. You fucking know I’m a Rangers supporter you little shit, and because I’m the one taking you to the game, then for all intensive purposes you are a Rangers fan today. So take all of that green crap off.”
Billy marched into the kitchen to put the kettle on. He grabbed the coffee plunger from the side of the sink, and levelled first one then two scoops of his best Italian coffee. The ritual calmed him, soothing away the minor irritation that was ‘I’m purposely trying to piss you off’ Elijah.
“Lij, you like sugar in your coffee don’t you?” he yelled through to the other room.
Elijah’s “Yes of course…heaps,” sounded rather muffled, but Billy thought nothing of it, yelling through, “I’m gonna take a thermos of coffee. The coffee they sell there is crap. Do you think I should take one thermos or two?”
There was no answer this time.
“Lij, I said, I’m gonna take our own coffee. I hate crap coffee.” Billy shouted. “Do you think I should take one thermos or two? It’s just that sometimes it’s really hard to judge when to take a pee break cos the queues get really long. What do you think?”
Again there was no answer.
“Perhaps he’s gone out to get a change of clothes,” thought Billy. “Fucking Celtic fan indeed!” Billy collected himself, determined not to let Elijah get the better of him. He had been gotten the better of by many of the cast members in the past. He had learnt that to survive the teasing which had affectionately been dubbed ‘the Ring of Fire’ you had to have your wits about you, and a calm disposition. Billy always approached all of the cast members with his wits and calm disposition firmly intact, especially Viggo. Viggo had tricked each and every cast member, lulling them in to a false sense of security with his ‘renaissance man’ act. Everyone had lowered their defences at one time or another, thinking that Viggo was such a ‘higher soul’, only to be pounced upon. Viggo had been seen scampering away giggling maniacally way too many times. Viggo was the only one Elijah wouldn’t attempt to trick. At least the little bugger had sense!
Billy walked back through to the lounge room to see whether Elijah had gone back to his hotel to change.
“Ta da!!!”
There, standing in the middle of his lounge room was Elijah, totally naked, holding up his arms and yelling “Ta da!”
“I don’t have a single bit of green on me Billy Boy! Happy?”
Billy’s eyes darted about the room. Having a totally naked young Elijah in his lounge room appeared to be lewd, obscene, and sort of illegal. He got his thoughts together, trying to get the calm disposition thing going, and nonchalantly said, “So, you’re going to the match like that are you? Totally naked in front of a crowd full of very macho soccer supporters? Come on then, grab your stuff and let’s go.”
Billy realised as the words came out that they weren’t that smart, and that he had in no way pulled Elijah’s bluff. He had just given Elijah more material to work with.
“What do you want me to grab Billy?” asked Elijah suggestively. “Now let me see, what’s close at hand…?”
“For God’s sake Lij put some clothes on.” Billy grabbed the jeans and jumper he had been toying with wearing before deciding on his favourite Rangers strip, and threw them Elijah’s way. He decided that getting clothes on Elijah was more important at this moment than winning the jibe competition. It was that damn tatt! The cheeky little fuck had purposely had his tattoo done on his hipbone, so that your eyes were immediately drawn downwards. You couldn’t help yourself. Elijah stood with the clothes at his feet where they had landed, smiling wickedly at Billy. His face said, “I win this round!”
With Elijah finally decently dressed in non team colours, two thermoses of coffee, a hip flask of whisky for the coffee, and a mother load of junk food, Billy decided that they were ready to leave. He went to grab his car keys, but Elijah waved his and said, “I bought a car! We can go in mine.”
“You bought a car Lij?” asked Billy, perplexed.” Why? You’re only in Britain for a few weeks for filming. Didn’t they give you a rental to use in London?”
“Yeah,” shrugged Elijah, but I figured if I had my own car I could drive back down to London. Meet some people on the way.”
“Meet people?” asked Billy. “What people Lij?”
“I dunno. It’s boring just meeting who you’re told to meet,” he said. “I can drive from Glasgow to London and do what I want. That’d be cool.”
Billy didn’t push the conversation further. This was the Elijah who had planted the surfing seed in the Hobbits’ minds, and Billy knew how successful that had been. Sometimes great things came of Elijah’s boredom. He wasn’t too sure that would be the case with driving from Glasgow to London, but then he had been unsure of surfing, so…
“Fuck Elijah!” yelled Billy, as he turned from locking the door. “It’s bright green! Tell me that bright green…thing isn’t yours!”
“All mine!” smiled Elijah. “My love for my new team of Celtic knows no bounds. It’s all about obsession Billy, and marking your territory,” lectured Elijah, parroting Billy’s own words. “I thought I would mark my territory by driving around in my team colours!”
Billy was speechless. The car was the most hideous bright green he had seen in his life. It was unbelievably and indescribably ugly. Yet when Elijah was standing next to it, proudly unlocking the door and holding it open to invite Billy in, it looked so…cool. From a distance it was the car version of a fashion disaster, but with Elijah next to it, it became cool. A very cool car indeed.
“I saw her and fell in love with her,” said Elijah, closing the door with a creak.
“I don’t know if she’ll make it to the ground today, let alone London,” said Billy doubtfully, wriggling around to avoid the cracked leather, which was poking into places he preferred it not to poke.
“She’s a beauty!” smiled Elijah, running his hands over the dash in appreciation. “She’ll get me wherever I want to go. Because I ask her to.” He turned the key over in the ignition, and after a few attempts accompanied by a begging “Please!” from Elijah, the green beauty started.
“So, directions please Mr. Glasgow,” laughed Elijah, “and not ‘drive on the left hand-side’ thanks,” he added. “That joke’s wearing really thin.”
TBC
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