ash and dorian

Who: Dorian and Ash
Where: Motor Masters
When: Afternoon

With winter on it's way, Dorian realized he'd need to prepare for snow for the first time in his life. He wasn't so much worried about the house yet, but one day of ice had shown him that getting his car ready would be the first step he needed to take. And he wasn't exactly sure where to start. It was the reason he'd headed up to one of the local garages, figuring there would be someone there that could help him out. The bay doors were shut, so he went inside, where loud music was blasting from within. Rather than yell over it, Dorian stepped into the garage itself, looking for whomever worked there.

Ash was preoccupied with rocking out while he was on his back under a car on risers, so he didn't notice that he had company right away. It wasn't until the rush of cold from the door hit his arm that he looked over and saw a pair of jeaned legs that wasn't there before. "Ho!" he exclaimed, to let whoever know there was life. He pushed himself out from under the car on his rolling board and stood up, snagging the stereo remote from off of the car hood and turning the music down. "Howdy," he greeted the potential customer. "What can I do ya for?"