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There is a most interesting sight near the door this morning.

More specifically, there is a Jordan Kennedy, coming and going. Each time she comes in, the young woman with the mechanical forearm brings with her parts and components of some kind of machine, setting them in neat piles over an around a table.

She is quite obviously trying to fill as little space as possible, but the piles are growing and growing. Also, the girl is obviously getting tired and sweaty from the work, even with the minimal clothing she is wearing.

Help would probably not be turned down, curious people would probably not be sent away either; one way or another, someone ought to check just to make sure it is not a death ray.

[ Jordan Kennedy ]

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"Hey gorgeous!"

Bobby skids to a stop, and a glance at his feet would reveal that his feet are covered in ice as he skates up.

"You making a delivery for a commission or something?"

"A pair of Jet-skis." She grins and tugs him along through the door, into the familiar hallway where machine parts, electronics, polymer hull parts and other stuff are lined against a wall. "Grab something, don't drop it."

Nope, not going to ask him if he would like to help.

"You're building them AFTER bringing them to the bar?"

He face palms and automatically makes an ice sled small enough to fit through the door, but strong enough to take a lot of weight.

"This is an awful lot of work to go to, just to get your butt whooped in a race."

"They are too big to fit through the door when assembled. And way too heavy to move, each one is 800 pounds when ready to race." The sled is a good idea. "And my hand carts are too big as well, did not feel like building one more thing just to carry the parts over."

"You know, all of this work is going to cost you."

He leans over and gives her a soft kiss and a grin.

"That'll work, for now."

Despite his slight build, he's muscular and has no trouble lifting the parts onto the sled before shoving it easily through the door and making another for the next load.

The kiss is both accepted and returned, and Jordan grins. "You can have eye-candy too?" Because, well, the way she is dressed...

So, they go with 600 pounds remaining, 400, 200, and finally... "Now have to move all this down to the garage."

"Oh, I'm enjoying...just trying not to be obvious about it, since I don't want to get punched or something."

He follows her back into the bar and begins to transport one of the ice sleds toward the elevator doors hidden behind wood paneling by the stairs.

"You sure you don't just want to assemble them by the lake? I could make you a giant igloo to work in."

"I can drive them over after they are put together... each comes with an antigravity drive for running on land." Jordan carries the more delicate parts on her arms.

"As long as you do not start drooling, no punching will happen."

"I make no promises as to what my salivary glands to without my bidding. I'll try, though."

He nods and heads for the elevator.

"If you want to ride down with this sled and push it out when you get to the garage, I'll bring the next load over and get started on loading the the other stuff onto another sled. Two more trips should to it."

"Sounds good. Then I can cover the whole mess with a big sheet of canvas, put up a camera and a motion tracker, a sign for people to know not to mess with it."

"Then I can go soak in a hot tub." She has a full plan.

"A jacuzzi hot tub, or a regular hot tub?"

Either way, he'd happily offer to keep her company, even if it got him tazed.

"Regular. I don't have a Jacuzzi..." Most likely he would be tazed.

Of course, in swimsuits they would be able to share a jacuzzi.

Forgive him if he looks disappointed at this.

"I guess if they had a Jacuzzi here, it would be too crowded to use, or too...you know...gross."

Because with the people around here, you never know what they'd get up to in a Jacuzzi.

"If they did not wash and clean it a few times a day... besides a Jacuzzi that everybody used would not count as public space?" The conversation will be cut short a moment while Jordan goes down to the garage with the first sled.

Bobby glides over to bring the next sled over, and then makes a third and starts loading it up with the things Jordan already managed to bring through before he saw her.

He waits by the elevator door with two sleds of equipment, so he can ride down with her when she comes back up.

He will be greeted with a smile: speeding up the chore wins him massive points with her! "Oh nice!"

"I live to serve."

When there's something in it for him, anyway...

He slides the rest of the stuff in, assuming the weight limit on the elevator will be fine, considering some of the beings that must use it for various and sundry items and reasons.

He is getting eye-candy and appreciation. Should be more than enough.

With Bobby's help, the parts are quickly, safely stashed away in a corner of the garage to be worked with later... "Whew..."

"Anything else I can help you with?"

He waggles his eyebrows at her.

Bobby gets poked. "You know... I'm wondering what you'd do if I actually played along and invited you to shower with me."

Or something else.

"It would depend on whether I thought is was a trap or not."

She might be surprised how fast he could get naked, if the situation called for it.

"Well..." She steps close, looking up at him. "I might need someone to help me wash up, you know." Jordan might even be serious.

"I'd be happy to help, if that's what you...need."

He's not entirely sure he's not going to get a taste of her rail gun, but he's not about to pass up a chance to see.

She looks up at him, pondering. Then takes Bobby's hand and tugs him to the elevator.

Slightly bemused, and waiting for the other shoe to drop, he follows along, wondering what she's got in store for him.

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