It was one of those hot sunny days, were there seems to be no release of the heatwave that was centered over the city. No wind to cool a heated brow, no cold drink icy enough to quench a dry throat, seemed the day was never going to come to a end. Cars traveled the length of streets outside of the local auto garage, Teagan's Auto Body to be more exact. From outside the five car bay garage, sounds could be heard from within, the moaning of a air ratchet, the howling of tire tumblers, and even the sound of small male banter throughout the garage itself. Though perhaps what seemed more off key here above all the sounds was the voice of a female, pitched over it all.<br/><br/>"Stop playing around and get back to work. Number one and three need to be out of here before the garage closes down. Get going."<br/><br/>A female of average height stood in the center of the garage, hands placed to her blue coverall hips, from hip to the middle of her upper thigh the coveralls were cut off. Lone seamless expansion of her leg showed as she moved about the garage, over looking bay one and three. Curly, light brown hair was pulled back into a thick bun at the top of her head, eyes of a deep, rich forest green seemed intelligent. This was a woman that commanded authority within her territory, which was currently the garage.  This woman was elegant in a sense, though was controlled power as she walked with a sway of hips, moving to bay three of the garage. Up on the lift was the cherry red 2011 Ford Mustang, six cylinder, though seemed this one have a mild fever (busted radiator) and a weak bladder (Leaking oil). Her lips were pursed as she tilted her head back to look at the full package of this old beggar, raising her brow as she looked to one of the workers next to her.<br/><br/>"Patch this piece of shit up and get it out of my garage..."<br/><br/>She was by no means angry at the way the driver of this car drove it, rather she was pissed to have any form of a Ford sitting in her garage, but business was business, and she couldn't turn away anyone that was putting money in her hand. With a nod from the worker he hastened away to pick and choose his tools while she walked to bay one, a smile perched on her lips as she eyed the black beast that set on the ground floor. Stopping at the front of the hood her hand moved along the full length of this man, tickling his side as she came to the rear-end of the black 1987 Roadster. She was in a place of bliss as she moved on the other side of it, it had a harsh couch and a growl (Bad exhaust). She was sure to need help with this one, and if by any chance the new employee she had hired last week showed up, maybe she could get the chance to show the man some of the ropes.