Separation Anxiety

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.

After getting Mischa's car door all fixed up Abbey gave him a call for him to pick it up. At the moment she is sitting at the front of the garage, cigarette in hand and takes a slight drag from it while glancing to her watch. She knows he'll be by to get the car, an its not like she has anything else to actually do. Like normal she is the the last one left in the garage, save for Dakota her large fluffy puppy that is settled next to her chewing away upon a deer antler. Its an early Saturday evening and the clubs down the street area starting to get busy, music from them can be heard.

It's by cab that Mischa arrives — looking as anxious to get his car back as one might expect a burgeoning expecting father to look. As the cab driver pulls away after having been reasonably paid, Mischa wrings his hands before moving over toward the garage. He makes his way over toward Abbey with a big smile. "How did it come out? I hope that finding the paint wasn't too much work for you." He's still worried about that damned silly paint.

Abbey glances up as she catches sight of the cab pulling up, she smooshes the cigarette out in the ash tray while standing up and nods slightly towards the man. "Hey.. It came out fine." She points towards his car. "Go look at it yourself." The paint matched perfectly, one shouldn't be able to tell the different between where the scratches even where.

If Mischa has caught a whiff of Abbey's cigarette and is displeased by it, he doesn't let on. Instead he smiles and moves over toward the car. He crouches down beside the driver's side door and runs his fingers where he estimates that the key marks were — it's a little hard to tell at this point because Abbey did so well matching the paint. "Wow, this is amazing. I wish I had the patience for this kind of thing. I can barely even tell where that kid decided to make my car his canvas." Mischa shakes his head a little bit and stands back up before he turns to Abbey and smiles widely. "This is excellent, Abbey. How much is it?"

Abbey smokes and drinks, part of owning a garage and being Irish of course! She chuckles softly and smiles while watching Mischa. A slight nod is seen. "Well I'm glad you like it. Its fun, I don't mind the time it take to work on this type of stuff. Keeps me out of trouble." This said with a mostly joking tone. Dakota lifts his head, a yawn escaping him as he stops chewing on the antler to watch the two before letting his head rest bagk against the ground and dozes off. "Well.." Abs starts as he asks a price. "How's a one hundred even? Covers the cost of getting the paint and the work to get it sanded down and repainted."

"You, in trouble?" Mischa asks with a quiet laugh. "I'm not sure if saying that I don't doubt it will get me in trouble or not." Mischa gives Dakota a long look before he quirks a brow. "That's quite a prize he has there." The man withdraws his wallet from his pocket and takes out a single hundred dollar bill from it, passing it over to Abbey. "Are you sure? That actually seems sort of low. Unless you're one of those fabled honest mechanics I hear so much about. The last time I brought my car to a mechanic, it cost me almost eight hundred dollars." He reaches into the wallet and takes out a fifty. "Will you take a tip?"

Abbey chuckles softly and ehs. "I manage to keep myself in trouble more then some people think actually." Case in point she has a healing cut across her right forearm, which may have be cause by a knife and is seen as she reaches her hand to take the money. A slight nod is seen. "Ya I am sure.. An I'm as honest as I can be and that's the trust." She offers with a smile. "Anyway.. I'm hoping you come back if you need anything else done with your car. Best to keep prices fair for everyone you know?"

Mischa eyes the cut for a long moment although he decides not to comment on it. He nods to Abbey a little bit before he pockets his wallet once more. "Absolutely, Abbey. You know I will." Although the car has been paid for and Mischa should by all rights be getting into it, he lingers a little bit and shifts his weight from foot to foot. "So, how have you been?"

Abbey offers a slight smile and nods. "Nice to know. Sorta good to have repeat clients after all." She pockets the money to put in the cash box later, the cut on her arm is just ignored as it doesn't hurt anymore. "Eh.. I can't complain. Just trying to get through each day you know?.. How have you been?"

"I've been better. But I'm making it through, like you I suppose. I feel better than I have in a while actually…" Mischa looks over toward his car before starting to laugh very quietly. "I think I may have had some separation anxiety." He shakes his head before facing Abbey once more. "I couldn't help but notice that you've got a cut there. If I'm being nosy, feel free to tell me to shove off, but what happened?" Mischa asks rather curiously.

Abbey looks amused as he talks about the car. "You need to get out more if your having separation anxiety over your car Mischa." This said with an amused tone. A faint hum escapes her and she glances to the cut on her arm. "Eh.. One of my many problems that I deal with now and then.." A certain gang in the area making sure she stays retired from the illegal bike races. "Like everything else it'll heal and just be another scar.." Something she knows a lot about, the tattoos across her forearms cover a good number of scars actually, some may still be seen if one looks hard enough.

Mischa flushes a bright red at Abbey's teasing. "Yeah, I've been hearing a lot that recently…" He reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck before smiling at Abbey. "Err, I hope you don't deal with scarring problems very often. I never realized that being a mechanic was dangerous." Thankfully for Abbey it was her profession that Mischa's mind first leapt to and not illegal street racing. He glances down to her arms and is able to spot a few of the tattoos that are covered by scars. Mischa winces and shakes his head. "Be more careful, Abbey. You're going to look like a piece of swiss cheese."

"Well, you should take the advice then, its a good idea." Abbey offers while grinning. Though she could say the same about herself. A soft ah escapes her. "Ya.. Its not a very save job at times to say the least." She'll just leave it at that, not like he needs to know things she does. Her gaze drifts to her arms, she's gotten rather use to the scars. "Ya.. I try to be careful." She smirks at the swiss cheese comment.

"Well, so…" Mischa pauses, considering for a long moment. "If you're so adamant that I get out of the house, how about taking me to dinner sometime?" He asks, tilting his head at the mechanic. "I mean, if you want to. I don't actually have a lot of friends within the pack. I'd love to hear your take on it all — especially since I haven't been to any of the recent meetings." Smooth save, Alexandrov.

Abbey blinks slightly and ahs a moment, she clears her throat and is now the one blushing slightly. "Well.. Sure.." She doesn't see why not, hell she could use time away from the Garage after all. There's a slight pause. "Mischa, you know I'm not in the pack.. Right? I don't tend to go to the meetings unless its something serious going on."

Mischa pauses before he reaches up to scratch at his head. "If I knew that, I forgot. It tends to happen a lot with me. I'm sorry. Still, it'll be nice to have more shifter friends… or friends at all. I haven't been exactly lucky in that department as of late. I think one of the few people I was friendly with just got killed." He reaches up to scratch at his head once more before looking to the ground and then up at Abbey. "So, how does Wednesday sound to you? I could pick you up here. Do you like sushi?"

Abbey shakes her head slightly. "Its alright.. I suppose its sorta a normal thing.. For wolves to be in packs and what not." She isn't sure if Mischa knew she was a wolf or not. Though he knows now. "I can understand the not to many friend part.." Abs and friends don't tend to work she's find over the years. Lately she's lost a bunch of friends, one she knows for sure it dead. "I'm sorry to hear about the loss of your friend. Its not a easy thing to deal with I've learned." She peers at himand ohs, a slight smile seen. "Ya.. I like sushi, an Wednesday is fine with me."

"Great!" Mischa says, as he turns around and nearly racks himself right on the door. "Around eight then. I think I should go now and…" He trails off there. "Yeah." Mischa manages to unlock the door and get into the car without hurting himself. Somehow. "So Wednesday at eight, yes?" Mischa asks, reaching to start up the car.

Abbey blinks slightly while she curiously watches Mischa turn around and nearly slam into his car. She clears her throat a moment. "Ah.. You alright?.." Is questioned at first, a soft chuckle escapes her and she smiles before nodding. "Sure.. Eight it is. I'll see you then." A hand lifts and she waves to him as he starts the car.

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