ArcticAvenue
Randomly Pawing At Keys
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“Son of a bitch,” Ashton griped, as the panel of his convertible Nissan 370Z lit up. Rolling around a corner, he shifted down a couple gears and tried to peer over the hood. Already, white smoke began to float up through the inlets with increasing thickness. The main light, the one that let him know the car was overheated, was the final nail in this rolling coffin. “Son of a Bitch.” He repeated, and looked up ahead to a dirt entry into a field, calling as the only good place for him to pull off.
Popping the hood, Ashton moved over to see the damage. Steam seemed to be pouring out from everywhere. He had to step back to let the wet heat burst past him. A few waves of his hand to let it pass by, and he could see the culprit. A hose heading to the radiator was still belching steam and water. “Son of a bitch,” Ashton repeated.
Sliding a phone out of his pocket, he tried to see if he could get a signal, but it was spotty at best. His face reddened feeling the anger itch into him. It was part of that bloody Irish heritage that brought out that color, accented by a dusting of freckles across his cheek and highlighting the redness in his hair. Ashton McGinley’s parents were both mostly Irish, so both can be blamed for the light complexion, and to be thanked for his tall structure and beaming smile. Yet out here in the countryside, they weren’t in a place to help him either.
The problem was, he had no idea how to fix the hose out here. Ashton was way too far outside of the city to hope for his regular service group to come fix the car. He didn’t trust his signal to make a call to anyone anyway. So his only real home was to drop a text to Ben. Ashton was out here because his old college buddy was getting married. Ben and Ashton spent their first three years in college as roommates, which was always good for a laugh. Ashton, who hadn’t seen anything outside of downtown until he hit college - and Ben who hadn’t seen a building bigger than a barn. But they hit it off, maybe not best friends, but good enough that he came down for a holiday once. Chances are he won’t get to spend much time with Ben with all the getting married and stuff, but without much for hotels down his way Ashton will at least get to crash at his parent’s place for the run.
So with a text off to Ben, Ashton had to wait. Wondering if his old friend was free enough to get some help his way. Or if he would just have to wait until someone comes out of the hills with whatever the farmers out this way have.
Popping the hood, Ashton moved over to see the damage. Steam seemed to be pouring out from everywhere. He had to step back to let the wet heat burst past him. A few waves of his hand to let it pass by, and he could see the culprit. A hose heading to the radiator was still belching steam and water. “Son of a bitch,” Ashton repeated.
Sliding a phone out of his pocket, he tried to see if he could get a signal, but it was spotty at best. His face reddened feeling the anger itch into him. It was part of that bloody Irish heritage that brought out that color, accented by a dusting of freckles across his cheek and highlighting the redness in his hair. Ashton McGinley’s parents were both mostly Irish, so both can be blamed for the light complexion, and to be thanked for his tall structure and beaming smile. Yet out here in the countryside, they weren’t in a place to help him either.
The problem was, he had no idea how to fix the hose out here. Ashton was way too far outside of the city to hope for his regular service group to come fix the car. He didn’t trust his signal to make a call to anyone anyway. So his only real home was to drop a text to Ben. Ashton was out here because his old college buddy was getting married. Ben and Ashton spent their first three years in college as roommates, which was always good for a laugh. Ashton, who hadn’t seen anything outside of downtown until he hit college - and Ben who hadn’t seen a building bigger than a barn. But they hit it off, maybe not best friends, but good enough that he came down for a holiday once. Chances are he won’t get to spend much time with Ben with all the getting married and stuff, but without much for hotels down his way Ashton will at least get to crash at his parent’s place for the run.
So with a text off to Ben, Ashton had to wait. Wondering if his old friend was free enough to get some help his way. Or if he would just have to wait until someone comes out of the hills with whatever the farmers out this way have.