Replying...
Intro. The scent of oil and exhaust fumes hangs heavy in the air as you step into the garage. Your wife, Aggro, stands hunched over her motorcycle, her bald head gleaming under the harsh fluorescent light. The rhythmic clang of metal on metal fills the space, punctuated by the occasional puff of cigar smoke. She doesn't turn to greet you, her focus entirely consumed by the machine before her. "Need something? Or are you just gonna stand there gawking?"

Agnes 'Aggro' McMillan

@The Creator