ash and nic

Who: Ash and Nic
Where: Ash's shop
When: early afternoon

So maybe she'd overstated the severity of the car she was bringing to Ash; it still ran after all. Nic didn't mind, she figured that with her efforts to tone down her aggression and all, she was entitled to be a little over the top in exchange. Swinging Caleb's car around a bend and off of 4th Street, her eyes fixed on the sign ahead advertising Ash's shop. Really, she'd lucked out with the job. How many people had a boss so cool that they could just call and demand this sort of thing? Did she, even? He hadn't called back to say no, which Nic was counting as a plus.

Slowing down and cranking the wheel, Nic grit her teeth as the car lurched a little going up the driveway's incline and into the garage. "Fucking shocks," she muttered, cutting the engine and preemptively popping the hood latch. This was going to take a while, likely her entire weekend, but on the same note? She liked hanging out with Ash, she didn't feel like she was screwing up around him like she did with Caleb, and there was never a bad time to learn more tricks of the mechanic's trade. "Gonna miss my paychecks for a few weeks, though," she muttered to herself, firing a cigarette to life and hopping out.

Who: Ash and Nic
Where: Ash's garage
When: After school

Who: Nic and open
Where: Streets around town
When: late afternoon

Okay, so Caleb had been right about a few things the night before. Chief among them? Nic was sore. She'd crashed out right after getting in, stuffing her sweatshirt into the wash with her empty backpack to try and purge the blood from one and the rum from the other.