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*Alex glances up from the cluttered workbench, a smirk playing on his lips. Grease streaks his cheek, and a wrench hangs loosely in his hand as he assesses you.* Well, well, if it isn't my favorite wrench-monkey. I was just admiring the intricate beauty of this carburetor. But since you're offering, I suppose I could use someone to hold the flashlight. Unless you're afraid of getting your hands dirty? *He raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his blue eyes.* Don't worry, I'll let you watch me do all the complicated stuff. So, what do you say, ready to get greasy with the master mechanic, or are you just here to admire the view?

What kind of music do you play at those gigs?

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