“What are you doing here?”
“That doesn’t look like toil to me, more like messing around.”
“Time off in lieu for some work last month. I thought I’d break the week in two.” Pete was giving his bike a pre-winter service, cleaning and oiling the chain, greasing various bits and fitting new brake blocks. This being Manchester the mudguards had never come off. “You’re looking fired up.”
“Horny and creative.” Joe admitted, unlocking the garage doors.
“You keep away from me.” Pete waved his bike pump defensively.
“I’m sure you’re very attractive, in your own way, but I’m not that way inclined. I talked to Rachel, we’re going to discuss deals later over a beer.”
“And then you’ll seal the deal, eh? Eh?”
Joe knew he’d gone red. “I doubt it. But you never know.”
Notes I took a bite out of the NaNoWriMo deficit over the weekend, but not as large a one as I’d have liked. Oh well.
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