[FoxyxBlack] BBT Shenny
 

Sheldon was put out. Leonard had disappointed him, and at this very moment was defaulting on section A subsection 3 paragraph 2, transportation, of the roommate agreement. "So what you're saying," Sheldon began, crossing his arms over his chest, "is that due to your failed attempt at roller discoing, you are defaulting on the roommate agreement? A veritable covenant between a man and his roommate?" He asked, his tone rising with his irritation. He looked down on the homunculus with distaste.

"Yes, Sheldon." Leonard replied, with a flat tone of ... constipation? In his voice. Sheldon couldn't really decipher it. "I can't take you to work anymore, my leg is broken." He added, gesturing to his left leg, which was fully encased in a neon green cast.

"Yes Leonard, I can see that your leg is broken. I haven't suffered a sudden vision loss." Sheldon replied, shaking his head at the experimental physicist's comment, "and I can also infer that means that you cannot drive. I still, however, need to get to work." Here the tall man glanced down at his watch, "Due to this pointless conversation we are 3 minutes behind schedule. Please arrange for my transport." Sheldon said, looking at the seated man expectantly.

"Sheldon. My leg is broken. My Tibia is fractured and three of my toes are broken. I will be e-commuting for the next four to six months." Leonard replied, trying to clarify the situation for Sheldon. "I won't be driving you anywhere in that time." Satisfied that the other man understood the situation, Leonard continued his disjointed hobble to the bedroom. Sheldon could only stare after him, spluttering angrily.

"We're now a full 5 minutes behind schedule!" Sheldon called down the hallway, waiting for a reply. When none came he pulled out his cellphone. He'd have to rely on someone else for transportation. First, he chose Raj out from his contact list, hoping that he hadn't yet left for work. When he answered Sheldon got straight to the point.

"Hello Raj, this is Sheldon. I am in need of transportation to the University today." He hoped that his matter of fact tone would influence the often pliable man.

"Sorry dude, I'm already here. The project I'm working on has me here early." Raj replied. Sheldon clicked the end button on the call before he could go on. No need for inane chit chat, he was already behind schedule. He'd have to rely on the acquaintance, though he despised riding on the back of his motorized scooter. Next selecting Howard from among his contacts Sheldon waited for the man to pick up.

"Hello Howard, this is Sheldon. I am in need of transportation to the University today." He stated as soon as he heard the other man pick up, trying to circumvent any major disagreement. All he heard on the other end of the phone was a deep sigh before Howard's voice came on the line.

"No can do buddy, I'm not going to the University today. I have to take my mother to a doctor's appointment." Again, a negative response. These people all failed at being suitable minions. Again Sheldon perfunctorily clicked the phone shut, not wanting to waste any more time than was necessary. Glancing down at his watch again he found that he was now a staggering ten minutes behind schedule. He had no other options, she was his last resort.

Striding across the living room and through the front door, Sheldon found himself in the hallway and then at Penny's door. He knocked thrice before calling, "Penny!" repeating this twice more, hoping that his neighbor was home and willing to take him to his place of employment.

((Oh wow... you are an amazing Sheldon. I am so glad you decided to go with him, aha!))

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That morning, Penny lay in bed past her normal hour due to a late night filled with excessive consumption of alcoholic beverages, dancing, and bathroom stall encounters. Her sleep-induced mind probably would have kept her under for a good chunk of the day, but the reason that possibility was in conditional past tense was due to the fact that there was a splitting banging noise suddenly interrupting her rehabilitation slumber.

A low grumble escaped her lips as she sloppily rolled herself out of bed, dragging her dishevelled sheets along with her. Every time there was another loud knock, it felt like there was an active gong inside her earlobes, feeding the pain within her throbbing head.

After the last bang sounded, Penny slowly cracked open the door and peeked out at the man she had already expected to see. It was because of that man that she didn't care how shitty she looked in her current condition; thus the reason she did not even bother to look in the mirror before answering the door.

"Hello, Sheldon," she slurred, eyes so droopy that all she could see was a blur. "What do I owe this pleasure?"

((Thank you. This is my first ever fandom RP so I'm glad that you think I've got the character down.))

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Sheldon didn't even pretend to be taken aback by the woman's state, he was under too much stress from his schedule deterioration to play at social niceties.

"Though I sense that that was sarcasm, I will also wish you a good morning, Penny." Sheldon said, bringing his hands down from the knocking position to rest at his sides. "I see that you are suffering from the after effects of alcohol over consumption, so I will make this quick. I need you to drive me to the University." At this point Sheldon deemed it wise to step back slightly, so that he was out of the range of potentially harmful blows to his throat. "Before you make any protest this is not a request but a demand. For the good of us all, you must please drive me to work." Glancing down at his watch he visibly jumped, "fourteen minutes Penny. I have never been fourteen minutes late before." He slid past her into her apartment, "I'll wait while you prepare yourself."

With that statement Sheldon began to take a seat in her abysmally messy apartment, but was stymied by the utter chaos surrounding him. "Strike that, I'll wait by the car. Where did you park?"

((Really?? I'm the opposite; fandom is just about the ONLY kind I ever do/have done.))

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Penny did not move from her spot since the moment Sheldon opened his mouth to speak; nor did her eyes leave him. As she watched him see his own self into her apartment, uninvited, and then dramatically change his mind, she merely blinked. Was he for real? She couldn't help but wonder if this was some kind of test... or curse.

"Sheldon..." she whined, letting her aching forehead fall into her hand, "Why are you asking me to drive you? What did you do to Leonard?" A normal person usually would have asked 'What happened to Leonard?' but Penny already knew, from too many experiences, what—or who—the cause of the problem was.

At any rate, no matter how much she tried to avoid the inevitable outcome, she knew he would win in the end. When Sheldon was dead set in his ways (which he so often was), there was no tolerance for defiance. Perhaps if she had been a bit less hungover, she may have been able to put up a little more resistance, but in her state there was simply no chance.

"Nevermind... just forget I asked," she said with a wave of her hand that was more like trying to swat a fly. "I'm parked over by the dumpsters. But I'm warning you now... if we crash, I'm blaming it all on you."

((Well then, you know a lot more about it than me, I really love my original characters, so let me know if I mess up or anything, I want him to be IC))

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"First of all Penny," Sheldon began, halting his movement near the door, "I didn't do anything to Leonard. A faulty pair roller disco skates were the villain in this situation, leaving Leonard with a fractured Tibia, and me without my daily transportation." He began moving again, trying to get Penny to hurry. "If that explanation will suffice I suggest that we go now." As he crossed the door jamb, he looked back over his shoulder at the women. "And Penny, if we die in a fiery car crash, I'll be blaming you."

Finally departing the apartment, Sheldon descended down the stairs as a contrast of gangly limbs and oddly precision movement. Once down the stairs he exited through the lobby and out the front door. Locating the dumpsters and by proxy Penny's car without much difficulty. Sheldon stood exactly one foot from the passenger side door, waiting for Penny to arrive from upstairs. After a short wait his small amount of patients was depleted and he called out to the closed doors, "Penny!"

Rolling her eyes and shutting the door after Sheldon left, Penny turned around and shuffled over to the couch to slip on her strewn UGG boots and coat. Sheldon's level of urgency, however, had next to no impact on her pace; she moved at whatever speed she so desired.

After about ten minutes later, she finally deemed herself decent enough to appear in public. With some struggle, she eventually managed to lock up the apartment door behind her and make her way down the customary staircase; if—when Sheldon began bickering to her about taking so long, she would at least be able to place part of the blame on their dear friend Leonard and his incident of seven years.

As she expected, just as she began closing in on her car parked right next to the dumpsters, there stood Sheldon standing and staring directly at the passenger door as if he thought he had some kind of super power that would magically make the car drive him away on its own. Penny sighed to herself as she approached, and immediately took direction for the driver's side without a word. She inserted the car key manually (as it was an old model and didn't have automatic functions) and hopped in, reaching over and unlocking Sheldon's door after she did so.

Sheldon managed to keep quiet until Penny unlocked his door, but as soon as he was seated safely in the passenger seat the barrage of criticism began. "Penny, that was ridiculous." He began, buckling and adjusting his seat belt in order to conform to vehicle safety requirements, this was especially important today because of Penny's threat of fiery death by vehicle collision. "We are now an additional 12 minutes behind schedule." Looking over at his driver he shook his head in irritation, "and I have to say that those 12 minutes haven't afforded your looks any kind of vast improvement." At this point Sheldon stopped berating, and retrained his focus on his schedule. He was going to be twenty seven minutes late for work. If he cut out the four minutes of banal chit chat the he normally afforded his co-workers as he passed through the halls, shortened his three bathroom breaks by two minutes each, clipped 15 minutes off of his lunch period, and did not bother to engage in mean spirited trash talk with Lesley Winkle; he would be back on schedule.

"Luck for you Penny, I have discovered a way to account for the near cataclysmic disruption to my daily routine. I will not, however, except such tardiness when we leave tomorrow morning. We will be leaving at 8:00 AM sharp, meaning that I will arrive at your door at 7:53 AM. Please be prepared." He instructed, in what he fully believed to be a thoughtful and informative manner. With that finished he focused his view straight through the car window, prepared for the short trip to the University.

All Penny heard, as she was concentrating on inching the car out of the parking spot, was 'blah blah blah blah blah...' spewing from Sheldon's mouth. Just as she neared the first red light, however, she nearly ran it when the one thing she did catch from Sheldon's lecture was his demand that she ought to drive him the very next morning as well.

"Whoa, whoa... Hold on. Sheldon... I agreed to help you out this morning just because you were desperate, but that doesn't automatically make me your designated taxi driver. You have time now, until tomorrow, to find someone else to help you. I don't have the time to drive you around every day..."—"Or the will..." she added silently to herself.

Sheldon sighed in irritation and pinched his brow. "Penny." He began, not turning his gaze toward her, but continuing to look straight ahead. "Penny, I will need a ride to the University everyday, now that Leonard's leg is fractured." He then stopped speaking and clutched onto his side of the car, afraid that a crash was imminent because a car had just darted out in front of them. Once the danger was over, he took a deep breath and resitutated his gangly limbs in the front seat. "Goodness, you'll need to improve your evasive driving skills if you're going to be taking me to the University everyday." He paused, reminded of her complaints. "Penny, I need you to take me to the University in the mornings, and pick me up at the end of the day."

Sheldon didn't know anyway to make the idea of taking him to and from work appealing to Penny. She couldn't play Adventures of Conan while driving and he certainly couldn't offer her alcohol, so he was at a loss for things that she would enjoy. "Please be at the University at 4:00 PM to collect me this afternoon." He finished, hoping that she would simply agree to his will as so many others might, but knowing that was a long shot.

"Sheldon," Penny began—her headache worsening by the millisecond, "can't you work something out with Raj or Howard? It's just not possible for me to drive you every day... picking you up at 4 will cut into the time I need to get ready for work." In the end, no matter what Sheldon said, Penny didn't feel threatened. It was her that was doing the favour... for all she was concerned, she could just leave him there and never return—forcing him to find his own way back. At least she was actually trying to help him work out an alternative solution.

Before they could go on, however, Penny was suddenly faced with a trivial emergency when the car made a little jerk. "Oh, Sheldon... sorry honey, but we're going to have to make a quick stop by the gas station. The Empty light has been flashing since I went out last night, so I think it's about to kick the bucket."

For a few moments, Sheldon could only stare at Penny wide mouthed and bugged eyed, unable to focus his displeasure into words. "Penny," he began, finding his voice quickly, "There is no more room for error. If you pull over for gas at this juncture I might as well not go to work today at all, if only to avoid the chaos of my destroyed schedule." His voice was raising to a displeasing pitch, high and keening in his desperation. "I forbid you from pulling over to retrieve fuel. My schedule is paramount." He added, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning at the windshield.

With his demands laid out in no uncertain terms, Sheldon turned his mind back away from his neighbor. This had already been a very trying day and he hadn't even arrived at work yet. "And please try to hurry, you may not understand it, but I have very important work to attend to."

It was very clear that Sheldon knew next to nothing about the actual important operations of a vehicle. On and on he so often went about the minor flashing mechanical light, but when it came to the flashing light that actually mattered, he expected her to ignore it.

"Sheldon... you might as well not go to work today at all," she stressed in a mocking tone, "if we do not pull into a gas station soon. I'm telling you, the last time this happened—"

But Penny did not get to tell Sheldon what happened last time; the occasion was demonstrating itself. A couple more car spasms passed, there was the diminuendo of an engine drowning, and then, at last, nothing.

Penny didn't even know how to react at first—her foot was still pressed on the gas pedal, and her hands bound to the steering wheel in a vise.

"Whoops."

((Sorry it's been taking me so long to respond. I find Sheldon to be an incredibly difficult character to completely get into, and I want him to be as IC as possible *le sigh* I'm sure I'll get more used to it with time. Sorry!))

"Whoops? Whoops? Penny if I thought it would have any affect on you, I would issue you a strike right now." Sheldon nearly screeched, straining against his seat belt to turn and address Penny. "I will now be so late for work that it will catastrophic." He added, eyes wide with irritation and anger. "This will not be repeated tomorrow morning! This is unacceptable behavior from my mode of official transport." Sheldon continued to rattle on, more to himself than Penny.

After Sheldon felt that he had fulled explained to Penny his expectations for the vehicle from now on, and the way in which she should keep her car maintained, he struck upon an idea. "Call Raj or Howard to come bring you gas." Sheldon said, in a completely flat tone, "If you don't mention that I'm with you, I'm sure their nearly uncontrollably sexual drives will lead them to drop their workaday tasks and bring us the fuel they need. Or as Kevin Costner would have referred to it in the underrated classic "Water World," they'll bring us some 'go-juice.'" Sheldon finished.

((Haha, I totally understand. You don't have to focus on trying so hard, though... I know that Sheldon is about as hard to play as it gets, so I think we should be super lenient towards him. There's no point if you're stressing yourself over his characteristics instead of having fun!))

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Penny bit her bottom lip and uncomfortably drummed her fingers against the steering wheel while her eyes scoured the area. Rather than her concern being influenced by Sheldon's fit, she was more or less worried about a police officer stopping by—she had forgotten her driver's license at home.

"Sheldon, um..." She didn't quite know how to put it; if she told him straight up about the additional inconvenience of their predicament, there would probably be no Penny left to tell the tale. "Listen, why don't you just go ahead and take a taxi for today? I'll take care of this." Her face scrunched up in a forced smile as she patted his shoulder with much exaggeration.

((Oh haha, I'm not stressing myself out so much that I don't enjoy the RP, I'm justa perfectionist and I want to get it right! Haha, I actually really love this RP and am already having a lot of fun! Well, I have a bus to catch! I'll post later!))

"Take a taxi? Take a taxi? I see that you want my organs to be stolen by marauding gypsies! Or worse, that I contract and illness from public transportation." Sheldon responded, crossing his arms over his chest in agitation. "No, I will remain with you. Not only am I opposed to the use of public transportation, but I also believe that it is against the Gentleman's code to leave you. Damsel in distress and all that." Sheldon added, shaking his head, seemingly at his own gallantry.

Sheldon then took out his phone and selected his university contact. Two rings and then the phone was picked up by the department receptionist. "Good Morning! You've reached the California Institute of Technology Physics Department, you're speaking with Ursu-" She began before Sheldon abruptly cut her off, this had been a trying enough morning already, he wasn't about to suffer anymore pleasantries.

"This is Dr. Sheldon Cooper. I will not be coming to the University today but completing my work from home. Thank you." He stated simply and clicked the end button. He always had the option of completing his work away from the office, but he often choose not to. Today his schedule was too compromised to allow for his personal preferences. "Now, Penny. Let's return to discussing the option of utilizing your feminine wiles to procure us a means of transportation."

Crap, Penny thought mentally as she quickly unbuckled her seat belt and wrenched open her side door; she would have to be super quick if she wanted to avoid any encounters with the force.

But there was another unseen dilemma.

"Can I borrow your phone." It was a demand more than a question, as she snatched the device right out of Sheldon's hands and hopped out of the vehicle before he could even utter a reply. Like her license, she coincidentally happened to have left her cellphone at home—it was as if all her pent up bad karma was being unleashed in one single day.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Penny muttered under her breath as her fingers worked themselves fast to locate Howard's number in Sheldon's directory—Raj would have been her first choice, however she'd be left uninformed as to whether or not he'd be willing to come.

"Hello, this is Howard speaking. I am very busy conducting ablative laser propulsion tests, so please indicate your gender and motive," came the voice on the other end of the line once the ringing stopped.

"Hi, Howard—it's Penny. Listen, I need—"

"Ahh, well in that case, I'm not so busy after all..." The tone of his voice changed instantaneously from direct to mellow, and Penny could almost feel his dirty smile seeping through the phone.

"Ew, OK, listen..." Penny snapped, her face twisted in disgust, "My car broke down and I need gas. How fast can you get here?" Her words were practically conjoined with how impatient she was.

"Babe, you can count on me. This hunk runs like a machine on gas all day... and all night."

"Howard!"

"Alright, alright, the hero is on his way. Give me ten minutes." And with that, Penny ended the call with a little 'click!' Letting herself back into the car with a heightened feeling of sickness in her head and stomach, Penny handed Sheldon back his phone. "Howard will be here in ten."

Though Sheldon hadn't expected much more from his familiar acquaintance, he still had to shake his head at the man's actions. "I really need to design an experiment which measures the effectiveness of coitus as a reward in positive conditioning." Sheldon remarked to himself before he shifted in his seat to look over at the much put upon Penny. As the silence stretched on for a moment, and then two he realized that this was the ideal time for an exercise in 'small talk.' He even had cataloged some topics should the occasion arise.

"Penny, what are your thoughts on the latest episode of the television show of your choosing?" He asked with a pained look of forced interest on his face. "Oh the drama!" He threw in a phrase that seemed to be used specifically by females of Penny's type and age to describe supposedly in depth televisions series.

In response to Sheldon's question, Penny merely flashed him one of those slow-motion glares that would usually have sent any other person running. It was bad enough that he opted to wait with her... but to actually try and talk to her, on top of that? Intolerable.

"Listen, Sheldon..." Penny whined after an exaggerated sigh, "I appreciate what you're trying to do and all... but I am really just not in the mood for your little chit chat right now." Propping one elbow up on the top of the steering wheel to allow her throbbing head to rest against her hand, she used her free one to flip the radio switch. "Here, let's just listen to some music to pass the time," she suggested, as the first song playing just happened to be 'Kiss Me' by Sixpence None The Richer.

Hardly ten seconds passed before Penny cleared her throat and said, "Well, isn't this nice."

"Not really." Sheldon responded, shaking his head slightly, "we're sitting here, in your mildly uncomfortable car, listening to teenage claptrap full of failed allegories. Please, tell me what is pleasant?" He asked. "Oh the drama." He added, in hopes of making his derision less noticeable. His day was already bad enough without a possible throat punching incident. The time passed in this awkward and unsociable way until Sheldon could hear the distant chugging of Howard's toy scooter approaching. "Thank goodness, you're finally here." Sheldon exclaimed, unbuckling from his seat and swinging Penny's car door open. "Please insert the Go juice and be on your way."

Howard's face instantly fell when he saw that Penny wasn't alone in her distress. He parked his scooter near the curb and slid off his helmet, looking at the six feet of crazy towering next to the car. "Oh. Hey Sheldon." He said flatly, before turning to unhook the gas can from where he had bungeed it to the back of his scooter. He took in a depth breath and attempted to recover his bravado in front of Penny. He'd simply ignore the Texan wackadoo for the moment. "And how are you my sweet sweet damsel in distress?" He asked Penny, swinging his hips slightly and lowering his voice to what he could only hope was an alluring tone.

"I've been stalled in my car for the past fifteen minutes alone with Sheldon Cooper—I think the answer to that question is quite self-explanatory," Penny commented sourly, in regard to Howard's question. She wouldn't go so far as to add that Howard being there, on top of that, was even more stressful—in honour of the fact that he was actually 'rescuing' them. She wasn't a complete bitch.

Sighing as she went to open the fuel flap on the back side of the car, she quickly uttered, "Thank you for coming on such short notice, though," and her words were desperately sincere. She figured that, in the long run, having both of them there was so much better than being stuck with just Sheldon for God knew how much longer.

"No problem my sweet damsel in distress." Howard replied as he poured the gas into the tank of Penny's car. "Sheldon, since I'm here already..." Howard began, certain that he would regret his next words, "...I can take you to the University." He finished with a painful exhalation of breath.

Sheldon was pleasantly surprised by the man's offer, and showed that reaction in his face, "Well, thank you Howard. There is, however, no need." He replied, watching the man finish filling the tank and return the cap to the gas can. "Due to the catastrophic destruction of my daily schedule, which I of course attribute to the failings of my personal relations rather than a personal fault of my own, I have taken a day off from work." Sheldon informed Howard, who was already trying to distance himself from Penny and Sheldon by stepping away. "I have many such personal days accrued, you need not be worried about my further employment." He added, more to point out to Penny how she had affected his day than to explain to Howard.

"Well..." Howard responded, getting back onto his scooter and clipping his helmet onto his head, "that's good then." He flipped up the kick stand on his bike and made one last attempt at flirtation with Penny, "I'll fill you up anytime that you call babe." He said, with a lascivious grin. He then departed on his scooter, leaving the pair refueled and alone in each others company again.

"Alright Penny, take me home." Sheldon said to the woman, as he got back into the passenger seat of the car.

The instant after Howard kick-started his scooter and took off, Penny turned around, stuck her index finger in her throat and imitated the expression of puking. It was then that she learned her lesson and decided that she would never make that same mistake of not filling up her gas in time again. Ever.

Turning back around to watch as Sheldon was letting himself into the passenger side seat, Penny narrowed her eyes. "A please would be nice for a change," she grumbled, rolling her eyes back to normal as she made her way around the front of the car to the driver seat.

Bearing in mind that she was still a victim under the radar, she moved as quickly as she could to settle herself back into her seat, start up the car, and then make a safe U-Turn once all the passing vehicles cleared. Having managed to make it through that entire obstacle without any extra occurrences, Penny could finally feel the air circulating in her lungs again.

Sheldon evaluated her mock gagging gesture with some consternation. What was she maiming? A finger in her mouth? Could that be a weapon? A gun. Sheldon shook his head once he realized that Penny felt suicidal about their adventure this morning. "There, there." Sheldon said from within the car, "I understand that numerous cultures equate failure with a loss of honor, and a loss of honor as an executable sin. I, however, do not. Please be reassured." Sheldon said, attempting to reassure the apparently deeply distraught Penny.

The rest of the trip passed in a kind of forced silence, as the two returned to the apartment complex, only a half an hour later but much worse for the wear. When she pulled into the lot, Sheldon slowly unbuckled and exited the vehicle, standing to the side of the car as he shut the door. "Penny. I appreciate this... attempt at transportation." He said, falling into step with her as they made their way back to the front of the building. "I do, however, I must arrive at work without any delays tomorrow." He added, pushing the glass double doors open in front of the two of them, leaving her an opening to pass first.