Toys in the Attic

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{{Dom Hoffman, Continued from Sing Us A Song}}


Well, That Took WAY longer than expected

Dom Hoffman walked through the parking lot, slurping at what remained of a bottle of Dr. Pepper he'd picked up in the mall, checking the contents of the bag he was carrying; a new bandanna (He'd ended up using the old one to clean his bike), a copy of The Good, The Bad and The Ugly on DVD, his helmet, and most importantly (for Dom, anyway) his new, larger, jacket.

Dom broke into a jog as he hit a flight of stairs and went down to the basement level, where he'd left his bike. He walked through the doorway, passed a group of shady looking guys smoking... something. and looked for where he'd parked.

fuck, Fuck. FUCK! where is it?

Dom started to panic, checking everywhere He could have parked it, then went up a level and did the same.

Wait... I Parked on the-

You Fucking IDIOT, Dom. Your bike's fine, just a floor up.

Dom facepalmed and walked back, past the same group of shady guys he'd seen before. He ran back up the stairs and looked around for his Bike.

Ha, Found You.

Dom walked up to his bike, a Honda CB-500t. Rare as hell, and it had taken him forever to get the damned thing running, but it was worth it in the end. Dom put his bags in the back box, took his helmet out, and got on.

He checked his bike over one last time, and rode out of the Garage.

{{Dom Hoffman continued in Keep your head down}}