Good neighbours
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Note: This is a repost-as-is of a piece posted to Cohost on the 18th of September 2023 in response to a prompt by Story-of-normal-GuyGal that read: "Normal GuyGal who looks really butchy working on a car"
The apartment door slammed open, and Elaine filled the doorway like a vengeful Roman goddess, sporting the most bedhead ever beheld by woman. "What?!" she growled. "It's 6 in the god-damn morning! Nothing can be this important!" She looked down, and further down, until she finally found the monster that had awoken her at this ungodly hour. The bone-weary sigh that was about 80% yawn did... interesting things to her sleep tank.
Her downstairs neighbour Brittany smiled up, blinking innocently. "I'm so sorryyyyy, but my car won't start, and I really can't be late to work. Pleeeeeease?"
"Again?" the network specialist grunted dubiously.
"Sorry."
A long, considering pause while Elaine scratched herself. Another deep sigh. "Fine. I'll take a look." She spotted Brittany's pleased grin. "Next time, you're taking that piece of junk to an actual garage, okay? Or calling roadside assistance."
"Yes! Whatever you say! Thank you so much!" Brittany was bouncing with glee, like a Golden that'd just heard the word "walkies".