Solstice

Party Pooper

*Dean's P.O.V.*

"I need an oil change and my break booster fixed by 7pm tonight. Bring it to 2424 N. Fairmount St when you're finished." our best costumer Mr. Anderson said.

Mr. Anderson was one of the top business guys in New York. Ernie was lucky to have him as a customer, but I only saw him as a stuck up rich 73 year old guy that got whatever he wanted.
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"Don't worry, Dean here is my best guy." my boss Ernie said coming out his office.

"Sounds like I deserve a bigger raise." I said seriously joking.

"I don't care who's the best, I just want my car fixed." the customer said leaving.

It was another long day at the shop. The sun was out and the oil stains on my shirt just got bigger as the day went on. Ernie had me close the shop so he could make it to his anniversary dinner on time. Once I finished the car, I took it straight to the address as told.

"Oh, it's you. Quick, I need a favor !"

"Look Mr. Anderson, I have to close up shop and-"

"I'll give you $300 personally ! Drive me to this event that's going on down town. It starts in an hour."

"But I'm all dirty and smell like desperation and motor oil." I explained.

"I'm not showing up to this thing like an amature business guy. Get showered and use my other suit in the closet !" he said pulling me inside.

"Hurry up in there ! We have 30 minutes !" he yelled before I opened the door. "What the hell ? What are you gonna do about that blow dried rat on your head ?"

"My hair ?" I questioned.

"Nevermind, it'll do for tonight."

I drove him downtown and before I knew it, I was invited inside a monstrous building with lights and music booming to the streets.

"I have things to do and it's a long way back home Mr. Anderson !" I complained.

"You did good today kid. Just take an hour to relax." he said passing me the $300.

After speculating, I decided to go ahead and take some time to myself. Free food, drinks and entertainment so why not ? It wasn't until I was chatting with a computer science guy that something embarrassing and unforgettable happened.

"So what line of science are you in Mr. Ambrose ?"

"Um, motor science ? I just started building a transmission for a '70 Monte Carlo." I said proudly.

The guy gave me a look of disgust and walked away. I turned around to get another glass of champange, seeing it was going to be a long night, but I accidentally bumped into bus boy and spilled the drinks right in this guy's face.

"Oh shit ! My bad dude !"

"You fool !" he yelled as I uselessly wiped his tie off.

"I'm sure there's a towel in the bathroom or a napkin somewhere."

"No ! Just get away from me you idiot !" he screamed running off to the restroom.

At this point, I was pissed ! Why did I even come here !? Be a mechanic, they said. It'll be fun, they said. Lies ! Soon after, I was approached by the boss. He wasn't my boss, but I knew he was in charge of something big.