mishaloganovich:

Darlene didn't get much driving these days, but oil changes were done right on schedule. Hell or high water, oil was changed at 3000 miles or every three months. No excuses. The rebuilt engine of original '71 parts needed babying. The AI inside the car needed another sort of babying.

Misha was whistling to himself, thinking life had thrown him a few curves this time. One was a redhead, the other a blond. They both showed about as much romantic interest in him, and for once he was enjoying it. No pressure or stress necessary. Neither had the friendly insulting banter of his friendship with Sammy, but it was nice. The Embassy suits could run around in circles for all he cared. As long as he didn't make a disgrace of himself on the front page, they had nothign to say that he had to hear.

He finished his automotive puttering with wiping down the interior of the car to a steady stream of complaints and suggestions, some of which were actually doable.

anyastark:

A night out at a club was a preemptive move on Anya's part. She didn't need hear her two keepers nagging her about not getting out and not having a social life, so she arranged a night out at a club for anyone who wanted to come along. She had even sent a text to Prince Dork to let him know the X-kids were invited. It was an 18+ club even though Anya and Toni weren't technically 18 yet. Fake IDs were wonderful things.

The punk and alternative music was loud and Anya could barely hear herself think. She had picked CBGB because of the music. She was feeling energetic and good and the music had to suit her mood. The place looked like a graffiti paradise and was a total dive. It was absolutely perfect for her mood.

She practically bounced up to the bar to get a soda.

princess_mutt:

Moira Hrimharisdottir, in human form, wearing plain brown clothes and a leather coat, crouched beside her sister near the lake at Xavier's. Granny -- that being Lady Doctor Moira Ann Kinross Mactaggart, Midgard's Greatest Physician as she'd proudly told the children of Asgard a thousand times -- was inside talking to the Professor. She and Danielle had thought it best to let them discuss some things alone.

If Granny thought it would be best for them to stay here, she must suspect anything she could do for Danielle would take a while, Moira knew. No quick fix, even from Midgard's Greatest Physician.
Danielle nuzzled her a little, obviously nervous, and Moira silently scritched her behind the ears.