Spike pulled into a parking space across from the booted rental. "Couldn't
have found a better space, Pet," he asked, noting the twenty minute parking
restrictions on the signs on that side of the street.
“It was out of gas," Buffy said, "…I was lucky I got it out of traffic…I
can't afford this." She took the stack of tickets off the windshield and looked
at the boot. "We could…" she began.
"No. We couldn't" Spike said taking the stack of tickets from her. He
sighed, "I'll take care of it. Get your stuff." He squinted to read the tow
notice stuck on the driver's window. "Get the paperwork too, the rental
agreement…" He sighed heavily and pulled out his phone. "It was scheduled to get towed about two hours ago…good for us they‘re running late." He punched in the number from the tow notice, "…paperwork, Love…" he said holding out his hand.
She handed him the envelope. Spike popped the trunk on the Saab as the call
connected, and the tow truck had turned the corner and was backing into position as he was hanging up.
He put the towing and impound fees on his credit card. Buffy had to sign for
the receipt of the vehicle. They gave her the forms with the information to get
it straightened out with the rental company. All she could do was stare at it.
She sat down on the curb. Spike took them from her and put them in the envelope with the rest, throwing it all on the dash.
"I can't afford this; there must be four hundred dollars’ worth of tickets…."
"Closer to six," he interjected.
"…and towing…"
"Paid it," he said.
"…overdue fees…"
"Did you have a security deposit?"
"Uh, yes, thirty five hundred," she said.
"Credit card," he asked.
"Cash, don't have a credit card."
"That…might be a good thing," he said half under his breath before he asked,
"how much overdue was it?"
"Uh, almost three weeks."
"Over mileage," he asked.
She nodded.
"Out of gas, towed and impounded, kiss that cash goodbye, Lamb, then
some."
"That was all I had," she said.
"I'll get the difference, Love, and the tickets. It'll be okay."
"I can't pay you back…"
"Don't worry about it, Pet. I got it. Come on, promised you dinner, let's
go."
She snuffled and wiped her eyes as he helped her up from the curb.
have found a better space, Pet," he asked, noting the twenty minute parking
restrictions on the signs on that side of the street.
“It was out of gas," Buffy said, "…I was lucky I got it out of traffic…I
can't afford this." She took the stack of tickets off the windshield and looked
at the boot. "We could…" she began.
"No. We couldn't" Spike said taking the stack of tickets from her. He
sighed, "I'll take care of it. Get your stuff." He squinted to read the tow
notice stuck on the driver's window. "Get the paperwork too, the rental
agreement…" He sighed heavily and pulled out his phone. "It was scheduled to get towed about two hours ago…good for us they‘re running late." He punched in the number from the tow notice, "…paperwork, Love…" he said holding out his hand.
She handed him the envelope. Spike popped the trunk on the Saab as the call
connected, and the tow truck had turned the corner and was backing into position as he was hanging up.
He put the towing and impound fees on his credit card. Buffy had to sign for
the receipt of the vehicle. They gave her the forms with the information to get
it straightened out with the rental company. All she could do was stare at it.
She sat down on the curb. Spike took them from her and put them in the envelope with the rest, throwing it all on the dash.
"I can't afford this; there must be four hundred dollars’ worth of tickets…."
"Closer to six," he interjected.
"…and towing…"
"Paid it," he said.
"…overdue fees…"
"Did you have a security deposit?"
"Uh, yes, thirty five hundred," she said.
"Credit card," he asked.
"Cash, don't have a credit card."
"That…might be a good thing," he said half under his breath before he asked,
"how much overdue was it?"
"Uh, almost three weeks."
"Over mileage," he asked.
She nodded.
"Out of gas, towed and impounded, kiss that cash goodbye, Lamb, then
some."
"That was all I had," she said.
"I'll get the difference, Love, and the tickets. It'll be okay."
"I can't pay you back…"
"Don't worry about it, Pet. I got it. Come on, promised you dinner, let's
go."
She snuffled and wiped her eyes as he helped her up from the curb.
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