"You sure?" She asks as if she might start lifting whatever various metal parts are scattered around the garage. Nsilo, for a moment, actually thinks she might enjoy it. But there's none of that. Just a little hmph that slips by her lips at his remark.
There is a folded piece of paper that she retrieves from the gap between her clothes and her shoulder. She hands it over like it's necessary for the explanation. He can get it messy, for one. "Oil it up, all you like." Maybe not requiring an engineer, but certainly a good mechanic.
"I'm working on a little project myself," she confesses, eyes slipping away to the shack of a place. She waits for him to unfurl the paper before catching his gaze again. "— I have two in storage, in Seattle. Identical almost." Chevy Corvette's, that is. 1969. "I remember that it was a year, but they haven't run since '84. One took some damage in a street race, never worked since. The other's engine makes a sound and spits water." She laughs like it's funny she's left them to rot. Unintentionally, but she hadn't needed them til she might do something fun with them this year. "I'll get them here to your little shop and you get them up and going, by Hallow's Eve, I'll try to make it worth your while. Whatever your price." a beat, "Think you can do it, sweet wolf?"
He takes the paper and unfolds it, of course staining it with blackened fingertips. Vic looks from the paper to her - confused at first - but then finds himself whistling low. Beauties, and if there's two? A project and a half. With the usual fee, he'd be set on savings for a while, too.
He licks his lips as he thinks - two weeks to get it done? Maybe, depending on the extent of the damage but he thinks he could get it done - especially if he took a bit of time off from the shop and didn't head over towards the hotel every fuckin' night.
Shit.
"You can do shop price, that's cool by me." It's also his way of saying he'll take the job. "I gotta check it all out, and if there's a lotta shit wrong with 'em, it might take me some doin'. But I'll give it a shot."
He should ask but he does anyways: "What're they for?"












