Needed: Wrench Wench

Bunker's Garage and Salvage

Bunkers's Garage and Salvage sits on a rather large lot in the West Dallas neighborhood. The parking lot is small, and one spot is occupied at all times by a beat-up tow truck. Two fully equipped bays, complete with safety notices on the walls are for employees only. To the right side of the bays is an office, containing a simple desk with a grubby looking computer, and a filing cabinet. Behind the desk is a small whiteboard which lists inspection prices, and those for other services. The walls are decorated with a few small display cases where items available for sale are located.

Evening is settling over Dallas, many on the west side are busy going home getting ready for dinner and the like with the family. Abbey is on her own at the garage, save for one rather fluffy puppy named Dakota that is settled near Abbey at the moment. Abs is working on a cycle that is up on a lift, clothing a t-shirt, jeans and boots. The bike is in a few pieces and she is busy getting a few more screws free from the frame that is holding the engine in place. A radio is playing in the background offering some background noise so the garage doesn't seem as empty. Sitting in front of the shop is a red and black painted redone Shelby Mustang that doesn't often sit outside, Abbey needed the space so had to move her own car out of the garage.

Speed limits are a thing of the past for Mischa. He cautiously speeds to the garage and parks outside, looking around frantically for an attendant. When he spots Abbey he gets out of the car and makes his way over to her. "I'm sorry, I know it's awfully late, but I was wondering if I could get an estimate on something." He waits moderately impatiently for Abbey's response. Whatever has happened to his car must be urgent — to him at least. At first glance there's no trauma to the car. With a closer look, one would be able to see key marks along the driver's side of the car. They're not terribly deep, but they do mar the pretty blue finish.

Abbey blinks and lifts her head to peer towards the cat and then the one that gets out. She attempts to remember a name an for the moment none comes to her. "Its alright.. What seems to be the problem?" This is questioned while she picks up a rag and wipes her hands off on it before sitting it down and moves closer towards the said car and a faint ah escapes her once she catches sight of the driver's door. "Let me guess.. Get into a fight with your girlfriend?" She smirks slightly, at least she remembered that much.

"Girlfriend?" Mischa asks with a bit of a blush. He scratches at the back of his neck and shakes his head. "No, I… no, don't have one. Sorry." He clears his throat and smiles softly at Abbey. "A young mother was on her phone in the parking lot of the library. She wasn't watching her toddler too closely, and…" Mischa makes a hand motion toward the driver's side door with a quiet sigh. "If you look really close, you can almost see a flower."

Abbey lifts a brow slightly while she peers at Mischa a moment. "I thought you and Summer.. Never mind sorry.. What I get for assuming." Well he did give her a gift that night she was at the deli, and she could have almost swear she hears something oh well. She looks back to the car and nods slightly while running a finger across the scratch. "It isn't that deep. I bet I could sand it out and repaint it without a problem."

Mischa flushes even brighter at mention of Summer's name. "No… not your fault. Sometimes things just don't pan out the way we expect them to." His voice is very quiet as he explains all of this. Eventually Mischa perks as Abbey pronounces that it's not too deep. "That's a relief. Do you think you can match the paint?" The car is a deep sapphire finish. It's probably not terribly uncommon in a large metropolis area such as Dallas, but it is a little tricky looking. "I'll pay extra if you have to send away for it. I just got this car. I can't believe something has already happened to it."

Abbey is quiet for a moment as he talks about things not working out the way it is suppose to. "Ya.. that's the truth." She murmurs out with a soft tone. "Its not a problem, I should be able to match the color. Just have to call the company that built the car. I have a few friends that can help." She glances back to him. "Naw, don't worry about it. I'm not going to charge you extra for just getting some paint.. You sure you want me to fix it?" Seeing how she figures she isn't in very good standings with the pack after the other night and she could almost swear Mischa was part of it.. Though she could be wrong with that information as well. She's seen him at a few of the pack gatherings but that could be just because his a shifter to.

Apparently Mischa hasn't yet heard about what happened at the pack meeting the other night, because he gives Abbey a rather blank look. "Why wouldn't I want you to?" He asks, before making a motion toward the dog. "Is he friendly? Or she…" He moves over toward the dog and smiles at Abbey. "Thanks for not charging me extra. I know a lot of mechanics are… well, not the most honest of people, really. But I remembered that you worked here and decided to stop by. You always had an honest face, I thought."

Abbey ehs faintly while watching Mischa, not sure if she wants to bring up the other night or not. "Never know.." This said while she looks towards Dakota and smiles. "His a good boy, just a little excitable, still a puppy." Hearing his name Dakota lifts his head, a yawn escaping the over grown pup while he shifts upwards to his haunches and wrufs out with his tail wagging while he watches Mischa. "Well.. I try to be a honest person. So many out there that are not after all." She clears her throat slightly while moving back into the garage. "Just need you to fill out some paper work. If you want you can drop the car off tomorrow an I can get started on it. I bet I'll get the paint in by this weekend."

Dakota is given generous chin scratchings and pettings from Mischa. For a cat shifter, he certainly doesn't seem to harbor any hard feelings toward canines. He scratches at the dog's ears and grins. "He's cute, huh? I bet he's a good companion." Mischa glances back up toward Abbey and smiles. "I appreciate that." It takes him a moment to decide what he wants to do before nodding. "I'll bring it in tomorrow on my lunch hour. I can get a ride from someone else. I'll be happy to fill out any paperwork… well, not exactly bursting at the seams to do it… but if it'll get my car back a little sooner, why not?" Mischa asks rhetorically, pulling away from Dakota with a bit of reluctance. After all, the little guy is a cutie pie.

Dakota leans into the attentions and paws out at Mischa a few times and then stretches and is up on his paws following after Mischa. "Ya.. he comes in handy to say the least." Abbey offers. Its not that easy being a lone wolf after all, an while she has a few friends she still tends to keep to herself. Abbey picks up a clipboard with the paperwork on it along with a pen. "Just need to you to fill out numbers, and names and the likes. Insurance too, an make and brand of car just so I can have it in the file."

Mischa takes up the paperwork and nods to Abbey, moving over to the hood of his car. He squints at the papers at first before starting to flow through the insurance information and preliminary paperwork. He doesn't even bother to get out any insurance cards or check any documents. But then, Mischa looks like the type of guy who would have all of this memorized. After a moment of silent concentration, he hands the paperwork and pen back with a smile. "That should be it. I hope that takes care of everything. I feel better knowing my car is in good hands. I've heard you do good work up here." Mischa moves back over to Dakota in order to give the pup a few more ear scratches before he parts ways.

Abbey tilts her head as she curiously watches Mischa, she smirks a moment. "Have it all memorized do you?" She questions with an amused tone, her Irish accent picked up a bit more as she talks. The pen and paperwork is taken hold of and she looks over it before nodding. "Well, say that after I fixed your car how's that?" This offered while she glances back to Mischa and Dakota, the puppy leaning back into the attention and licks out at the hand a few times. "I like to try and do good work here. After all a place like this get business from word of mouth over things."

"I'm pretty neurotic like that, I guess." Mischa admits with a blush. "Sure, sounds great. Thanks." Mischa makes a kissing noise at the dog without much embarrassment about that at all. He moves back to the driver's side door and retrieves his keys from his pocket, moving to slide into the seat. "Thanks Abbey!" He managed to remember her name and all! "I'll have it in tomorrow on my lunch hour. Let me know when it's done, please?" He asks, seeming excited with the prospect of such speedy work done on his car.

Abbey chuckles softly as she watches him react to Dakota, its a rather amusing thing really. She offers a smile and nods to Mischa. "Sure thing.. I'll give you a call when its all done. An your welcome.. Thanks for coming by." Is offered while she lifts her hand and waves after Mischa as he gets ready to leave.

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