The Garage was lit from the lights, the shutters down. Four cars are parked inside the garage, with Emily's very own electric-blue Mustang up on a ramp nearest the office. The fine musical stylings of AC/DC rock steadily through the air.
A pale hand snakes out from underneath the muscle car, pawing for a beer bottle among the 6 sat on the side.
Empty. Empty. Empty. How many have I... Ah!
Finally finding the not-drained bottle, the hand and bottle slide back under the car.
The Iron Master continued looking over the suspension.
Perhaps someone would visit.