Current location:	Warren's Parking Lot
Current mood:	aggravated
Entry tags:	butterfly, fiction, muse playground, un_love_you

Title: Don't Mess with a Man's Car
Characters: Stuntman Mike and Butterfly
Fandom: Grindhouse/Death Proof
Word Count: 461
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: un_love_you 19. This isn't about you at all.
and muse_playground 15.08) "You better watch what you say about my car. She's real sensitive" Arnie Cunningham in Christine
A/N: Takes place in a scenario where Butterfly isn't in the car and survives. For simplebutterfly
Summary: Mike stalking Butterfly finds someone better to chase down.




Mike was leaning on Pussycat’s hood staring at Warren’s and debating if he should go in. Butterfly was working. He always knew where she was but he also didn’t want to look as if he was following her everywhere. Even if that was the truth. He was following her, more and more everyday. It was an obsession and with no stunt work it was all that kept his mind together.

Two guys burst out of the door and came toward him. They looked angry and the one was wiping his mouth. A fight at Warren’s was like an ice cube in the tropics. It didn’t happen. The two walked past and got to the car beside his. The driver was staring at his hood art when he spoke to his friend.

“What an ugly piece of shit.”

“What did you say?” Mike turned on the hood to glare at the man who dared to say anything so harsh about his car.

“Oh not the car man. It’s a sweet ride. It’s that whore inside.”

Mike’s temper subsided while he watched the two get in the beat, red car beside his. No sooner had he decided to slide back on the hood then a glass smashed on the front of the red car. Mike froze and another one came spraying glass.

“That’s what you get. You ever touch me again and I’ll do you worse.”

Mike didn’t need to look over but did anyway. Butterfly was out on the porch of Warren’s screaming. That was nothing new. She did that to Mike every once in awhile when they fought. The tear in her pink t-shirt though was another story all together. The red Chevy beside his started up pulling his attention to it.

She yelled something else that Mike couldn’t hear over the blood pounding in his ears. He saw her though on the porch when she finally noticed it was his car sitting beside theirs. She huffed but when she met his gaze her head went high and she grinned. She knew what Mike would do to anyone foolish enough to look at her wrong let alone touch. The Chevy sped away slinging gravel but Mike was still watching Butterfly. Haughtily she spun on her heels and headed back inside. He took the time to watch every swish of her hips before slipping off of Pussycat’s hood. There were some boys on the road who needed to learn a lesson about Mike and his things. He was sensitive about the car but they’d touched the one thing that trumped that feeling. It would be the first and last chance they had at it too.