Who: Adam and [Open] What: Car trouble When: About ll pm-ish Where: Backstreet Rating: R (Implications, doncha know...) Status: Incomplete
She was old, dirt old in vehicle years. Adam had gone in half with his mother and stepfather's help after passing his driver's test to buy the Jeep off a used car lot. She had served him well, but the romance was quickly leaving the relationship. After several cross country drives, he was considering giving in and letting his stepfather buy him the plane ticket next time while he figured out how to get a new vehicle. His credit was horrendous and he doubted they would even give him book value for the condition the old Jeep was in.
Tonight, it wasn't even going to give him starting. The answer to his problem was almost immediate. The spark plug was shot to hell. He swore under his breath and dropped the hood, grabbing his wallet from the passenger seat and not even bothering to lock the vehicle. Hell, if someone took it, that'd be a favor to him. He might be able to buy a new vehicle with the insurance money.
The quiet bothered him. It was Los Angeles after all. The place that never seemed to sleep. Instead, his surroundings were dark, quiet, and looked more like a war torn country than the entertainment capital of the country. Must have made for one hell of a battle.