Who: Tink & Remy LeBeau What: Remy takes his car in to Tink When: August 21st, Around 10am Where: Tink's Car-Fixing Place Rating/Warnings: PG13 for Language Status: Closed / Complete
Rogue had killed his car-- okay, she hadn't killed it, but she'd maimed it and he had been near tears when he'd finally gotten a good look at what she'd done. His baby. His Shelley. The one thing in the world that was most important to him.
Yes, he would have sold Harry into slavery to get his car back to pristine condition (Sorry, Harry!), but thankfully he didn't have to.
Surely she would heard the scratching of metal against the road as that car pulled up. It hurt him just to listen to the noise. Turning it off and climbing out, he'd press the keys into the pocket of his suit pants and flash someone who was staring at him a smile.
"I'm looking for Tink?" He'd question with a slight tilt of his head, tugging off his designer sunglasses. Only the best for the rich boy. "She's going to take a look at Shelley here for me." His car. Yes, he named it. It'd cost him three million dollars. Of course he'd named it.
Rogue owed him three million dollars.
The man would nod and head off to go find the woman Remy had spoken to on the network. He'd just lean against that battered car and wait.
It certainly looked like he'd run nose-first into a red-headed woman on a Harley. His poor, poor car.