by TinPanAlley
Dawn watched as Spike kneeled down beside the bike, a frustrated wrinkle appearing between his eyes.
For their nightly outing, Spike had insisted on trying out his new TUONO 1000 R. Unfortunately, he had gotten it secondhand from an unreliable source. And, now, they were stranded.
"Hand me the screwdriver again."
They both heard the snap. "Fuck!" Spike stood up, angrily pacing.
Dawn caught his arm, "Alright, we're going to buy you a stress toy when we get home."
He glared at her, but followed her willingly when she began to walk down the road to the nearest gas station.
Red Wolf — screwdriver, stress ball, aprilia
Published Defying Gravity — 18.10.2004
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