Halestorm’s music was blasting through the small shop while the dark-haired woman worked away singing along to the music which was suddenly interrupted by the ringtone of her phone. Hitting the Bluetooth button on her earpiece she answered the call “Night Repairs shop, you break it I fix it, Castor here.” She answered with her usual spiel. After hearing the person on the other end was broken down on the edge of town, she nodded. “Yeah, I can give you a Tow, where to? my shop? Or back to your place?” She asked.

After getting her answers she hung up giving him an estimate of when she would be there, moving to the sink she rinsed off her hands before grabbing her keys and hoping into the tow truck with the Repair shops logo on the side. Blasting her music as she drove towards the location once out of town, she hooked his car up onto the flatbed to take back to the shop.

“Nice Expensive car.” She commented when she hopped into the driver's seat of the truck to drive them back to her shop to figure out why his car just gave out on him. When they arrived at the shop, she unloaded the car. “Do you need the car back tonight?” She asked walking around the car, “Firstly your right Taillight is out I can guarantee that before I even turn the car on.” She said.

Castor had a sort of sixth sense when it came to repairing things she always did even when she was a little kid it was just something she had been drawn to; taking things apart and putting them back together. Opening the driver's side door, she put a clean blanket on the seat before sitting down and turning the key to listen to it. Closing her eyes, she listened to the car, “Sounds like a fuel pump issue. I think I have your model in stock I can have it repaired in no time at all.”

She climbed out of the car after shutting it off she pulled the blanket out and shut the car, “I can also give her a once over just to be sure nothing else is wrong if you like. Your choice.” She said and looked to the man as she went into the backroom to get the part she needed.

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Alex was on his way into work when the warning sign came up for low gas. Not again. He sighed frustrated. This car seemingly guzzled fuel like a hungry animal no matter how often he filled it up. However this time he knew something serious was off as the little he had left which would usually take him home, drained within no time. He usually would have had a spare refill beside his replacement wheel, but he had been extremely busy with work he had completely forgotten to replace it this time around. As soon as he could he directed his Lamborghini off on to the side of the road and put on his hazard lights, shaking his head in frustration at how stupidly this issue could have been fixed. All he wanted was to get home and now he was stuck on the side of the highway, in the dark.


Fishing into his black jeans pocket his fingers would nip at the phone, pulling it from the fabric and into his palm where he quickly searched and dialled for the local all night repair shop. Thank fuck it was open hopefully they weren’t too busy. Surely not. He thought. Dialling the number he raised the screen to his ear and waited for the line to pickup on the other side, the woman’s voice was pleasant and somewhat happy but he could hear loud rock music playing in the background which brought a half smile to his face.

After supplying her with the details he waited patiently. She was right on time which he appreciated and hooked his car up to her truck to toe it back into town. “Yea thanks. It’s an expensive car to maintain, glad this time it’s only my stupidness that’s caused issues.” He commented but otherwise wasn’t much for words as he did not like small talk. Once they had arrived he stepped down from the truck and went inside the garage with her watching as she walked around his car inspecting it. “If at all possible I’ll like it fixed tonight, I have work in the morning.” His words were cut off when she said about his taillight, “Huh? Another problem...fuck how much is this gonna burn from my pocket?” He asked her making a face as he reached into his jacket to take out a brown leather wallet with a small stag emblem embossed on the corner. At least she had a replacement part in stock for him, or so he assumed. It would have been worse if he’d had to wait for one to be ordered. “Yea give it a once over, do whatever it takes just make sure it’s in good running order. I don’t want to be back here annoying you with some other problem” he shrugged and brought his arm up to cover his mouth while he yawned. It was getting late and her music was the only thing keeping him awake at this point, “Don’t suppose you got any coffee?” He asked per chance she would.

Alex was on his way into work when the warning sign came up for low gas. Not again. He sighed frustrated. This car seemingly guzzled fuel like a hungry animal no matter how often he filled it up. However this time he knew something serious was off as the little he had left which would usually take him home, drained within no time. He usually would have had a spare refill beside his replacement wheel, but he had been extremely busy with work he had completely forgotten to replace it this time around. As soon as he could he directed his Lamborghini off on to the side of the road and put on his hazard lights, shaking his head in frustration at how stupidly this issue could have been fixed. All he wanted was to get home and now he was stuck on the side of the highway, in the dark.


Fishing into his black jeans pocket his fingers would nip at the phone, pulling it from the fabric and into his palm where he quickly searched and dialled for the local all night repair shop. Thank fuck it was open hopefully they weren’t too busy. Surely not. He thought. Dialling the number he raised the screen to his ear and waited for the line to pickup on the other side, the woman’s voice was pleasant and somewhat happy but he could hear loud rock music playing in the background which brought a half smile to his face.

After supplying her with the details he waited patiently. She was right on time which he appreciated and hooked his car up to her truck to toe it back into town. “Yea thanks. It’s an expensive car to maintain, glad this time it’s only my stupidness that’s caused issues.” He commented but otherwise wasn’t much for words as he did not like small talk. Once they had arrived he stepped down from the truck and went inside the garage with her watching as she walked around his car inspecting it. “If at all possible I’ll like it fixed tonight, I have work in the morning.” His words were cut off when she said about his taillight, “Huh? Another problem...fuck how much is this gonna burn from my pocket?” He asked her making a face as he reached into his jacket to take out a brown leather wallet with a small stag emblem embossed on the corner. At least she had a replacement part in stock for him, or so he assumed. It would have been worse if he’d had to wait for one to be ordered. “Yea give it a once over, do whatever it takes just make sure it’s in good running order. I don’t want to be back here annoying you with some other problem” he shrugged and brought his arm up to cover his mouth while he yawned. It was getting late and her music was the only thing keeping him awake at this point, “Don’t suppose you got any coffee?” He asked per chance she would.

When he gave her the okay to do a once over of the car, she took the keys and turned the car on closing her eyes, she allowed herself to listen to the car. Smiling to herself as she listened Castor loved the sounds of a machine it always made her happy to listen, her brain going over the various sounds a car should make versus what sounds a car could make. Shutting the car off she handed the keys back to him, “Well as I said the Tail light, and the fuel pump, I’ll throw my labour in for free. So you are looking at a total of” She looked to the car and the man waiting for her answer. “800.00,” she said with a turn of her head.

“I promise I am not trying to gauge you.” Though everyone always said mechanics always thought of new issues as a gimmick. That was not Castor’s style she was honest to a fault when it came to issues with mechanical things. She chuckled to herself “Also you wouldn’t be bothering this is the kind of thing I thrive for. Fixing things is what I was meant to do.” She corrected him. “Yes I have coffee, how do you like it?” She asked and headed for the back where her office was.

After making them both a mug of coffee, hers just black she looked over the car “She really is a Beaut Haven’t seen one like her in some time.” She said with a smile. “What’s her story? Where did you get her? What adventures have you been on? Does she have a name?” She asked looking over at the large male while she sipped her drink. Wanting to have a full story setting her mug down she moved over to the car and began to work on fixing her two issues, coming over to sip her now growing cold mug of coffee.

Castor was what one would call an unusual person she seemed to understand inanimate objects more than she did with living breathing creatures; mostly two-legged ones, Animals she got along with people not so much. People are complicated, people are callus, people are rude opportunistic, and people let you down when you needed them most. So Castor chose to understand things better how the fit together how they ticked and all of their parts.

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