<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRzli4SlsMJBlmzfFq3GydQJ4AaPK7QCgwQzkX4FOS14M-mFuAFUQ)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Jamie Mendez</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- Jason's Garage.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 11th March 06 // 1:00pm.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Open.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The garage was surprisingly quiet; there was quite a bit of custom at the beginning of the day, but it had seemed to calm down quite a bit by lunch time. The garage was quite bare with only a couple of vehicles spaced around the concrete ground. The equipment was pressed to the walls, other than the couple of car lifts that were empty. A few people were around; mostly employee's. Occasionally people would poke their heads through the door connecting the garage to the front of house and ask questions or proclaim themselves making hot drinks, things like that. Jamie heard none of it. She was in her own little world, cheap white hearphones pressed into her ears, blasting Shakira's latest song, Hips Don't Lie featuring Will.I.Am. She was currently bent over a dirty green 96' Chevrolet Blazer. (http://fp.images.autos.msn.com/merismus/gallery/c430239a.jpg) The hood was propped open and it's insides exposed. Hazel eyes scanned the insides as she leaned on her elbows on the front of the body frame work, just above the grill. She was admiring her work with a small, satisfied grin flashing on her face occasionally as she mouthed the words to the song. Her feet were braced apart while she rolled her hips to the beat, getting slightly lost in the rhythm. She'd given the 4x4 a complete service; some people just didn't understand cars. The owners were complaining it was stiff to steer when all it needed was a pump up of the tires. The insides were extremely dusty but other then that there were no real problems. Jamie had removed some of the parts such as the radiator and just given things a quick cleaning. She'd also filled the oil as it was running low and she knew that despite wanting to keep custom, it was important to get as much money out of someone if you could. She made sure to include the rest of the bottle of oil, which was less than half full, for free as a show of good faith. Again, her grin flashed showing her pearly white teeth.<br/><br/>Pulling her arms from the car and straightening, Jamie leaned in to remove the prop holding the hood up and closed it down, letting out a small sigh of satisfaction. She took a step back from the car though it was more dancing then walking, and she made her way over towards a large red toolbox pressed against the wall in front of the vehicle she was currently working on. The girl was dressed in baggy, navy overalls though they weren't zipped up properly, only to just above her bellybutton so that she could keep the metal of her piercing safe. Her tanned skin was on show up until her black sports bra took over. It was elasticated around under her bust and gave her the support she needed with straps over her shoulders; the white Nike tick was present in the center of the material, just under where her cleavage was on show from the top of the sports bra's circled neck line. She had a pair of lace-up, black ankle boots on, he overalls tucked into them with a slight overhang for trend's sake. Underneath on her bottom half she was wearing a pair of stretchy, tight black shorts which she would usually wear for working out; they matched her sports bra but were not on show. Yet. The girls long, caramel locks were pulled up into a messy high ponytail on the back of her head and a pink bandanna held the loose hair out of her face. She only wore simple pink studded earrings (http://www.kylewisjewellery.com/images/products/sterling-silver-pink-round-cz-stud-earrings-small-RTLG.jpg) in her ears and out of site in her navel was a matching belly bar. (http://www.bodyjewelleryshop.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Double-Pink-Belly-Bar1.jpg) Jamie fished through the toolbox for a moment, just checking that everything was there and that she'd put back all the tools she'd used before turning with a rhythmic bounce. The young woman had her mobile phone, a pink Motorola razor (http://www.sciuridae.co.uk/technology/images/pink_razr.jpg), tucked into her bra top which was made obvious by the white headphone cord following it in from her ears.<br/><br/>Jamie glanced around at the garage before making her way over towards the steel stairs pressed against the wall near the reception door that lead up towards the little kitchen. She continued her dance up the stairs, not bothered if people watched her or not and began singing quietly to herself as she pushed the door open to the kitchen.