She was draped across the bonnet of a black 1950 Dodge Pick Up Truck, the metal polished despite it's old look and sleek under hand. A loud whine emitted from her throat, a dry sob that held no real emotion. A husky laugh responded from in the back, and the sound of a blow torch started up again against the incessant chatter of the radio. The clinking of tools reached her ears, the sound of metal on metal sending out loud piercing noises that she was used to. Salt grew up with the lads. She was a man's girl. Despite her love for all things warm and fluffy, she couldn't stand being around women for too long. Especially women who judged. Rolling her eyes back into her head, Salt pushed her fingers through loose curls, thrown loosely behind a black piece of fabric used as a head band.

She was clad in a slip of a white dress, the weather calling for it, and white flip flops with little diamond sparkles at the sole. It was the little things that mattered. Her wrists jingled with silver bangles and clinked against the chain around her throat, resting half heartedly on the curve of her breast. Her toes tapped against the car underneath, and she called out loudly to one of the men working there.

"Joeeee. Can you grab me another beer?"

She grinned at the sigh she received in response, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist her pleas and took the drink from him, tapping the top thrice before opening it. The liquid poured deliciously down her throat, knees blaring from the suns heat, and she exhaled loudly, shouting back a thanks to the mechanic. Of course she no qualms about being there. Each man was happily married, she wasn't surprised, each held there own certain charm and hardly ever wore shirts, and she was incredibly pleased and grateful for her beau. Just the thought of him sent delightful shivers down her spine.

Times were good.
Times were gooooood.

Salt laughed, holding up her arms in a 'macho man' pose, winking lewdly and kissing non-existent biceps. "Unfortunately, ney. I do not work here." She sighed, looking around before sliding completely from the truck, hands keeping down the bottom of her dress before she lent against the grill. "I just chill and drink." She held up her beer, "Want one?"
Her hand slid sleekly across the bonnet, a smile on her face, "Ono. I wish I did. I drive like a bitch though. Can't do it." She chewed on her bottom lip, tasting the larger residing there.

"Yeah. Drape yourself across the bonnet of a hot ride day. All the cool kids are doing it." She smirked and as she did so, her attention moved from her feet and she slid a little, stumbling rather ungracefully before catching herself. "Aha." A faint blush of pink threw itself over her cheeks.