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afterthought2019-07-27 12:16 pm
ghostdrives) wrote in afterthought2019-07-27 12:16 pm
I'll come up with a fancy title later...
She's fucked. She swears she's fucked.
She also swears that the jerk at the dealership sold her a lemon. Or at least, the motorcycle version of a lemon. This thing has caused more trouble than it's worth in her opinion.
Sure, Terra knew his way around cars and has helped Aqua out on more than one occasion, but the girl knew she couldn't rely on him all the time, despite them being best friends and his protests that it wasn't bothersome at all. And his expertise lead to little fixes. All it takes is a month or two for something else to go wrong, and she'd be right back at his door asking for help.
So today's the day. The day she's going to have it properly looked at. Not the ideal way to spend a Saturday morning (as Ven has mentioned to her more than once), but some sacrifices must be made. So here she is, wheeling her bike into the parking lot of the closest garage with the best reviews, stopping in front of the open bay doors, hoping someone would be in already and able to help her out.
"Hello? Are you open?"
She also swears that the jerk at the dealership sold her a lemon. Or at least, the motorcycle version of a lemon. This thing has caused more trouble than it's worth in her opinion.
Sure, Terra knew his way around cars and has helped Aqua out on more than one occasion, but the girl knew she couldn't rely on him all the time, despite them being best friends and his protests that it wasn't bothersome at all. And his expertise lead to little fixes. All it takes is a month or two for something else to go wrong, and she'd be right back at his door asking for help.
So today's the day. The day she's going to have it properly looked at. Not the ideal way to spend a Saturday morning (as Ven has mentioned to her more than once), but some sacrifices must be made. So here she is, wheeling her bike into the parking lot of the closest garage with the best reviews, stopping in front of the open bay doors, hoping someone would be in already and able to help her out.
"Hello? Are you open?"