Who: Eliot and Shay What: Cleaning out the "new" truck Where: Near the complex When: Late afternoon Rating: PG Status: Complete
The offer to buy the truck had fallen into his lap a few days after he'd gotten back from his road trip. Literally. She was trying to prove she was over her cheating husband and his new toy by enjoying a night out that involved one drink too many. On her way out, she'd stumbled into him, barely able to stay upright. When he offered to walk her home, she'd protested that she was fine, then abruptly asked him if he wanted to buy a truck. For cheap. Since he had to turn in the truck he'd rented to go on his trip, the offer had his interest.
She was still willing to sell the next day, and vindictive enough towards her ex to knock some more off the price. The truck was an early 90s Ford, in decent shape with barely any rust, and the engines needed a few minor repairs, so he'd taken it. If Bucky wanted it back, well, Eliot had never met a Bucky dangerous enough to take seriously.
The interior of the vehicle turned out to be a different story. The cab behind the seat was full of garbage, bottles and fast food wrappers, and it smelled like cigarettes. After he'd driven it back to the complex, he found a box of trash bags and a few bottles of cleaners, not sure what was going to work on the fabric seats to get the smell out. It wasn't the way he wanted to spend his afternoon but it was something to do other than sitting around idly and waiting. It was driving him crazy.
Pulling the passenger side seat forward, he reached in back to start pulling out the junk. Several bottles hit the pavement at his feet and he kicked them towards the open bag. Another grab brought out another bottle, a wrapper for a Big Mac, and a porno magazine. "Nice," he muttered dryly, tossing it towards the bag.