Eddie Strayer (noshoesplz) wrote in fruitful_rpg, @ 2008-12-08 13:07:00 |
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Who: Eddie Strayer & Abigail Chevalier
When: Monday, 8 December, early evening
Where: Meineke Care Care Center
Rating: G.
Summary: Eddie's got just about fifteen minutes before he needs to close up, and Abigail's car is troubling her. He fixes it up and gives her a ride home.
It had been a slow day, and Eddie was bored out of his mind.
Usually he enjoyed his time spent at the garage; in any given day, he saw a couple of quick fixes, a few mildly intriguing cases, and sometimes, if he was lucky, a real doozy that had him scratching his head and really hunkering down to see what the problem was. Few things in life could move him to such total focus as a misbehaving vehicle, and that was probably why he'd been hired in the first place, not to mention why he'd stayed so long at the same garage when most people would have moved on. He wasn't even particularly interested in moving up the ranks; as long as he could choose his hours and continue to do the same work he'd been doing, he was content. A lot of people looked at him and thought he was wasting his life, but it was his to waste, wasn't it?
And it wasn't like he looked at it that way. Maybe he'd never gone to college or gotten a fancy job like some people, but he was happy, and that was really all anybody could ask for. The human race was dwindling faster than they could reasonably fix, anyway, so he might as well do what he wanted with his life and not worry about pleasing anyone else, because who was going to be around to care about it, anyway?
Swinging his legs atop his desk, one booted foot crossed over the other, he glanced up at the large clock adorning the wall. Just about fifteen minutes before he could close up and split. Normally he would take a walk, go rent a movie or something, but it had been pouring steadily for a few hours and he didn't feel like getting soaked to the bone for cheap entertainment. More than likely, he'd just turn on the television and see if anything interesting was going on, maybe convince Michael to play some poker with him.
Unless Mikey had plans, anyway. Sometimes he did. His brother was more social than he was, but that wasn't really hard to do. It wasn't that Eddie disliked people, he just didn't really like a lot of them. It made him good at his job, because he spent very little time chewing the fat over the coffee pot, but it effectively killed any semblance to a social life he might've wanted.
Leaning back, he closed his eyes, his mug of coffee long forgotten on the corner of his desk, likely colder than death and even more likely to still be sitting there the next morning when Jimmy came in to open up shop. In fact, he likely could've fallen asleep right there, except he knew he'd wake up sore.
The bells attached to the doors jingled once, merrily, and he blinked, unlacing his hands from the top of his stomach as he peered across the room. It wasn't unheard of to have a customer wander in just before closing, but on a day like this, he would've figured people would hurry home and deal with their minor complaints on a better day. Which either meant this was another employee, coming by because they'd forgotten something earlier, or it was someone with something a little more pressing than a minor issue.
He debated for a moment before lowering his feet to the ground, deciding it was better to be safe than sorry in the event it was a customer.