A Bear’s Life

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Summary: Say hello to NASCAR’s newest addition.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: PG
SERIES: Bear on the Wall: Conversations from the Garage and Beyond
CHARACTER: Kevin Harvick, DeLana Harvick, Kevvie!Bear POV
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #130 (#105 for me) - Administer
COMPLETED: January 19, 2009
WORD COUNT: 645
DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, yeah, this is out there but I wanted a challenge and I don’t think it gets much more challenging than this. I’d love some feedback on this so I know if it actually works. Thanks for indulging me guys. I hope this isn’t too crazy!
AUTHOR'S NOTE2: This is set after the 2009 Daytona Preseason Thunder Fan Fest. These four drivers were all be part of the 2nd session of drivers so I thought they might want to have a little get together to kill time after their respective autograph and Q&A sessions.
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Post NASCAR Preseason Thunder Fan Fest - January 17th, 2009

“Did you see what Earnhardt was wearing at Sound and Speed?”

“Can it, Harvick.”

“No, seriously.  Did you see?  I swear someone’s been spending way too much time with JeffnJimmie over at Hendrick.  You’d think Johnson dressed him himself.”

“Never know, Kev, maybe he did.”

“I said enough, Harvick.  Would you just shuffle the damn cards already?”

“What?  C’mon, Ron, admit it.  You’d never have dreamed you’d see the Intimidator’s son running around in a fancy ass coat like that with a foo-foo scarf that had to come from ‘New York Ciiiiity.’“

“All I know is he didn’t wear things like that when he was staying at my place.

“Knock it off, will ya?  Gimmie those.”

“It was a fancy scarf….”

“Dammit, Keselowski, you’re supposed to be on my side!”

“Well, I didn’t tell you to wear it!”

“You know if his dad had seen him in that someone would’ve had to administer CPR--”

“At least I’m the not one bringing an outdated racing bear to a poker game.  What gives, Kev?  You don’t even drive for Goodwrench anymore.  Reminiscing the good old days already?”

“Hey!  You know a fan gave that to me.  What’s wrong Earnhardt?  Jealous?”

So this is what it’s like to hang around real racecar drivers.  At least the smiling, green eyed one was decent enough to sit me upright on the table so I can watch.  Momma told me it was time for me to be a “real” race bear and be with “real” drivers.  That’s why she gave me to the green eyed one at the autograph thing today.  I just hope I don’t end up forgotten in a closet somewhere.

“I think he’s kinda cute….”

“You’re just kissing up because Harvick’s your “idol.”  Seriously, Brad, what’s up with that?  Do we need to call you “Kiss-up Keselowski?”

“There’s the nickname you were looking for, kid.”

“Awww, lay off him guys, and…did you really say I was your idol?”

“He did!  On Trackside!  Even after I gave him a ride and everything he’s still kissing your ass.”

“Ok, well maybe we could call him ‘KK’ or something…though that could get confusing with Kandy Kahne….”

I think I heard better conversation at tea parties with Mr. Frog and Octy the Octopus.  Are these guys really professional racecar drivers?  The kid seems to be about ready to crawl under the table.  I just hope he doesn’t try to cuddle me or something because I’m not that kind of bear.  Fall over when the redhead throws his chips and knocks me to my side but thankfully green eyes sets me upright again.

“C’mon, June, don’t take it out on the bear.  What did he ever do to you.”

“That was a little uncalled for--”

“Shut it, KK, or do I need to look for a new driver.”

“Calm down, Earnhardt, they’re just teasing.  You seriously do have your dad’s temper sometimes.”

“It’s not my fault they’re all image over there.  And that coat was warm.  What’s wrong with being warm and looking good?”

“See!  See!  He is trying to look good!”

“Maybe that’s something you should look into baldy.”

“Oh you’re so gonna get it.  Ante up Earnhardt, your money is mine tonight.  Maybe I can save up and get me some fake hair like your teammate.”

“Like it would help.”

“Good one, Brad.”

“Not bad, kid.”

“Hey!  So much for hero worship, huh?  That’s it, I don’t need you guys.  Me and my friend...Kevviebear here are gonna take all your money.”

Super.  Now I’m the fabulous poker playing bear.  At least green eyes didn’t put me in the spilled beer when he pulled me closer.  And seriously, does he have to grab me by my neck?  Bears do have feelings you know.  I just hope I don’t end up as part of the pot before the night is over. 

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