SCUD - Mechanics Shop
That motorcycle he'd just bought was really a lovely thing. It was. It'd also knocked his admittedly small bank account balance into an admittedly smaller number. Scud wasn't bad with finances - rent and bills wouldn't be an issue. But if he wanted to keep up his pack a day and too-much-booze habit, he figured he should probably work more just to make up for it.
Which was why he'd come in on a day off, offered to let another employee go home early, and then clocked in.
Two tune ups, and replacing a ridiculously fucked alternator later, Scud felt pretty deserving of a smoke break. He stood outside the garage door of the shop, wiped his hands free of motor oil as best he could on his coveralls, and then lit a cigarette.