<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e0KtfDX.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>David Alleyne<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Garage<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Saturday September 2nd, Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Patsy Walker<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Fixing up a car and being all shirtless as he does it<br/><hr/><br/>David Alleyne had spent years, made his living, by using his mind while living in the ivory tower of academia. While he did find mathematics and statistics more satisfying than most, enjoying a field that the average person thought of as arcane and mysterious as magic, there was something to be said for working with his hands. The sensation of being able to make or to fix things was a feeling so often lacking from his life. It started with him learning how to fix clogs and broken appliances around his apartment, eventually leading to him take his old beat up car apart before putting it back together. He could it all alone, never worrying that someone else’s knowledge might be leaking into his mind. There was never a question that he’d leave Mathematics and become a mechanic, but it was enough for him to take a few engineering courses to try and get a better grasp on how to improve things as well as fix them.<br/><br/>Still, tinkering was mostly a hobby until he came to Xavier’s. Back at the university, if there was something broke, there were entire departments to make sure it was fixed. At Xavier’s… well it was a much smaller pool of faculty. So if something broke, David was one of the few people who’d be called on to try and fix it. In the six months he’d been there it had gone from a hobby to a real skill. Which was why when Patsy was complaining that her ‘Hellcatmobile’ needed a tuneup David jumped at the chance.<br/><br/>It wasn’t a big secret that David had a bit of a crush on the former comic star, but he never felt comfortable saying anything or acting on it for fear of making things awkward with one of the people he considered a friend. That didn’t mean he was above doing nice things for her though, there was just an understanding in his mind; he was doing them because he was her friend, not because he expected some form of ‘payment’.<br/><br/>A few hours later he was on his back, sliding underneath the car with a flashlight and some tools.<strong>“Okay Pats, I think she’s just about ready!”</strong>With a grunt, David pushed himself out from under the car and stood up to stretch out some of the kinks. His shirt long since discard, a light sheen of sweat almost made his chest seem to glow as he went to show Patsy exactly what he’d done to the car.<strong>“So I did a few basic things like changing your oil and the filters. I also managed to change your brake pads to something a little nicer, so I think you’ll really notice that. It should come to a stop faster and be smoother as you do it”</strong><br/>