Riggins (texasforever) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-04-21 23:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, ezra fitz, tinkerbell |
Who: Ezra Fitz and Tinkerbell
When: Mid April
Where: Tink’s Shop
What: Ezra has a car. He brings it in for service.
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Tink was in the shop. It seemed like Tink was always in the shop. Or she was at a cafe/restaurant, or she was home. Most of the time at home she was with Anders and the kitties. One of those three things. She was always doing one of them.
So, this morning she was in the shop. She was actually working on cars today, which was kinda fun. None of the admin stuff. Not that it was unpleasant, but Tink started as a mechanic, not a business owner. So working on engines was like getting back to her roots.
Ezra had been taking his car to (Insert name of whatever the garage used to be called here), for as long as he had lived in Orange County. It was time to take it in for it’s yearly service, only he was surprised to learn that it was now called Tink’s Garage. That was new.
He pulled his car into the garage and got out, spotting one of the mechanics working on a car. “Hello,” he called out to the blonde who he knew he had seen around before.
Tink was under a car. It felt good to be under a car. The music was blasting through the Garage's speakers, and when Tink heard the voice, she reached for the remote to turn down the music. She slid out from under the car, using one of those amazing, rolly-things, and broke into a grin.
"Hi there," she said, recognizing the guy instantly. Though, he'd done most of his interactions with The Old Man, hadn't he? She remembered his car, though. "Toyota Camry, right?" She said, sitting up. Then she stood.
“Yeah,” he replied. Usually he would offer a hand to shake as a greeting, but her hands looked greasy and Ezra liked to stay clean. “I’m Ezra,” he said introducing himself. “What’s with the new name?” he couldn’t help but ask, his general curiosity getting the better of him.
Yeah, Tink was pretty much always covered in grease. She didn’t mind it, though. She wasn’t all that keen on touching people anyway. “Hi Ezra.” She motioned toward the office. “Well, the Old Man died and left the place to me. So I’m doing some rebranding, and I’ve done a little advertising. It’s a whole new place, I think.” She said, giving him a smile. “I’m Tink, by the way.” In case that wasn’t obvious.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Ezra said trailing after her to the office. She had said he left the place to her, that had to mean some kind of closeness. “Looks nice,” Ezra said glancing around though he didn’t really notice a difference. But then he hadn’t spent too much time observing the garage in the past. Hell he had just barely noticed the name change. “Nice to meet you Tink.”
"Hey, thanks." Tink said, nodding once. "He was a... good man. Even if he was old and crotchety." Tink moved around the desk to wiggle the mouse and wake up the computer. That was new, actually, though he might not notice that right away. Tink had made improvements to the office and waiting area over the years; new sofas, coffee machine, flat screen television, computer, printer, new filing cabinets. Actually, it was a really nice place to wait while your car was being worked on.
"And you, too. What can we do for you today?" She asked, giving him a smile.
“The interesting ones usually are. That should be a saying somewhere. Proof you have led an interesting life can be judged by your crotchetiness.. Or something a bit more poetic than that,” he shrugged taking a seat in the office.
Right, back on to the topic as to why he came in. “Just came in to get it serviced, make sure everything is running smoothly. I don’t want the breaks to give out on me, or have it randomly burst into flames while I am driving,” he joked since that seemed the kind of thing that only happened in movies. Still though, he did like to make sure his car was up to snuff every year or so.
Tink grinned a warm, genuine grin, and gave a good-natured snort. “I like that. I should put it on a t-shirt.” She said, half-teasing.
“You got it. Brakes, oil, tune-up, the works. Not a problem.” She found his file on the computer (it’d taken her like, five all-nighters (not in a row) to scan all the Old Man’s previous files into the computer system, but she’d done it) and rattled off his contact information. “Is that all still correct?”
“When people ask where you came up with the saying. Make sure to give me credit,” he joked. He didn’t really care if she did or not.
He hadn’t remembered the computer from before. Usually the Old Man who used to own the shop took forever looking for his file in some cabinet. This made things much quicker. It was nice. “Yeah, everything is still the same,” he replied. “Smart move, putting everything on the computer. Must have taken you ages.”
“I’ll make sure you’re credited.” Tink said, and gave him a grin. If she’d been a little more people savvy, or good with social interactions, she might have given him a wink. But as it was, she was simply grinning a Tink grin.
“Yeeeeah,” Tink said. “It took about a week of all-nighters scanning all the shit in. And I mean shit. Seriously, the Old Man had notes from the 1970’s in his folders. Forty years’ worth. Now it’s all in here, but I don’t think any of it is worth anything. I’ll have to do a cross-reference to see if any of the old files are still current customers. Everything else should probably go.” You’d think she’d have done that while she was scanning, but that would require extra hours worth of work. Just wasn’t worth it when she had so much crap to do already.
“That is quite a ways back to go,” Ezra commented. It sure sounded like the guy that used to own the place didn’t know how to throw things out. Didn’t make a difference to Ezra though, he knew how to take care of his car. That was all that really mattered. “Even though it’s a pain in the ass now, I’m sure it will save you a lot of time and trouble in the future.”
“Fingers crossed.” Tink clicked a few more buttons on the computer, then printed out an estimate of what the work would cost on his car. She held it out for him to take. “Just make sure everything on here is correct, and I’ll get started on it today. It should be ready in an hour or so, if you want to hang out and wait.”
Ezra looked over the paperwork before signing. “Looks good,” he said handing it back to her. “I can wait here,” he added. No sense leaving when he had no car and his would be done in about an hour. Seemed pretty pointless.
“Perfect.” Tink gave him his copy, then filed the other one away. “There’s a keurig over there, and the remote to the television is velcro’d to the wall there. Just under it. So you can make yourself at home. We’ll have your car fixed up in no time.” She gave him a smile, then headed out into the main garage to get started working.
Coffee and TV while he waited for his car to be done? Yeah he could get used to the new ownership.