A Day in the Life of Fausk, Part 1

9:16 A.M.

Traffic, the droning sound of cars, occasional rare honk, tires screeching. With it, comes the eventual awakening of the faux fox. Fausk blinked her eyes slowly awake, still wearing her clothes from the previous day. Carefully, she rolled out from under the work shelf, her cot having been placed directly below it to save space. A single one car garage that almost seemed more like a storage shed, with its metal roll up garage door. On the various shelves were all sorts of tools and miscellaneous parts taken from junkyards to build the various mechanical parts that she uses, both herself, and in the cars that she repairs. Apart from that, there was just a large oil stain in the middle of the garage. Despite not having a very well situated garage, there were a few customers.

Fausk surveyed the garage sleepily, adjusting her clothing before she slowly moved to the garage door and opened it. The light poured in, causing her to squint and grunt sleepily, quickly putting a hand up to cover over her eyes. As if perfectly timed, she looked to the right and left and smirked out the corner of her mouth as the charcoal fox rounded the corner and started down the alley with a cup of coffee and a 20 oz. Dr Pepper.

"Ah, you're already up, this time! Usually you've got me standing out here banging on the door." Roth snarkily remarked.

Fausk just rolled her eyes and responded, "I smelled you coming today." With a quick push she rolled the garage door the rest of the way up so that it would stay, slowly walking down the alley to meet him, and snagging the Dr. Pepper from him, quickly twisting it open, taking a sip, hoping to wake herself up.

The charcoal fox just continued on past her, heading into the garage and sitting down on the metal folding chair, setting down his coffee and carefully sliding out a metal tackle box and popping it open, sifting through the random assortment of dollars and cents. He cleared his throat taking out a large amount of it, sifting through and counting it. The fox's gaze drifted back to the female who was sitting on the edge of the cot, hanging her head. Roth just frowned a bit, "You're still not making a profit, Fausk. I know the location's not that good, but you simply must stop driving away the few customers that do arrive."

He was met with a glare from her, "It's not my fault they all sit there and argue with me about my expertise! They think just because I'm not an authorized mechanic that they can push me around and get their service for free. And I'm not even overcharging the dirtbags!" She was on her feet by now, and she turned and kicked at the cot, just listening to the metal clatter seemed to prove at least somewhat satisfying.

Roth just made his way over and tucked a hundred dollar bill into her pant pocket, the rest of the money making it into his own pocket, "Hey, I know it's rough, but you gotta learn to tolerate all the retards out there. Just be glad I don't kick you back out on the street where I found you, 'kay, Fausk?" She simply turned back towards him and nodded a bit, but kept silent. "Chin up, kiddo." She hated when he called her that, but didn't seem to show any distaste towards it, even going so far as to smirk to him. He smirked back and just tapped at her shoulder before heading back towards the alley, turning back to look at her, "See ya at 10 tonight, right?"

Fausk nodded again and folded her arms over her chest, "Yeah, yeah... gotta celebrate how much of a dick you are!"

Roth laughed and pointed at her, indignantly, "Wouldn't have it any other way." He waved and made his way down the alley, vanishing around the corner and out of sight.

She watched him go and shook her head, moving over to her work desk and shutting the tackle box, returning it to its spot while she pulled out one of her previous projects and set about to work.