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Eric's house is quiet and cool when Jay arrives the next morning.

There's a note on the counter and an envelope. The note reads,

Jay ,
A couple of things will acquire my attention tonight, so come to Fangtasia after 10 tonight.
I will get you home then.

If you do not get done this time, we will have to talk about finishing the job later.

Eric


His handwriting is quite neat and precise. He learned writing late in life . Or death as it were.

The envelope contains a handful of hundred dollar bills. For necessities it says on the outside in a different hand, elegant and feathery.
Pam.

It looks like it will be a very hot day. It's likely a good thing that the A/C is cranked up inside.

Date: 2014-05-16 08:53 am (UTC)
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"Yeah, I bet." Jay mutters around a bite of pizza. "I've got to drop past ther tonight to hand over some paperwork. I'll make sure to keep a low profile."

He wipes his hand and holds it out to Thomas. "It was nice meeting you, mate. You do a good job here."

Date: 2014-05-16 11:49 am (UTC)
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Jay digs in hard, stopping only every now and then to grab another bite of rapidly cooling pizza. He finishes work around dusk, running last checks on the systems and double checking the sensors on the house against the remotes.

He leaves a note to explain that the system is in and the garden will do as is but that he won't mind coming back a cleaning up the planting a bit when things quieten down.

He leaves a couple of spare fobs and the two especially made for Pam and Eric. Pam's is gold and has a stylised enamel version of a rose window on it. Whereas Eric's is steel and engraved with the ægishjálmr. Which Jay really hopes he got right.

He cleans everything up and returns it to it's place, leaving Eric's house as neat as he found it.

Wanting to get to Bon Temps with plenty of time to get back to meet Eric at the club, he takes off. After swing past the hotel to grab his gear and check out, he turns the truck towards Bon Temps and the place the first two girls worked at.
Edited Date: 2014-05-16 01:30 pm (UTC)

Date: 2014-05-16 11:33 pm (UTC)
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Jay lingers long enough to be shown to a seat, positioning himself with a view of the bar and the door. The cook makes him smile, it's good to see someone being who they are in a place like this. It's a pity he doesn't have more time.

Date: 2014-05-17 05:11 am (UTC)
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Jay chuckles warmly at the cook's antics, looking over at him every chance he gets. He looks like someone Jay could really enjoy getting to know.

He turns back to the blonde with a gentle smile, matching her sunniness. "Thank you. I'd love a beer, just something light if you've got it."

He watches her neck, clearly the bites new to her. Lucky Eric healed all the ones on Jay's neck but the couple on his wrists are viable between his scars, if someone's looking closely. His mind, on the other hand, is quiet. Not silent like a vampires but the white noise of an untuned radio turned down low.

Date: 2014-05-17 05:26 am (UTC)
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"Thanks." He smiles again and watches her go. He looks around the room, watching the way people move, feeling the mood, listening to conversations close by. And watching the cook.

Date: 2014-05-17 06:00 am (UTC)
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"Thanks." Jay knows enough about telepaths to know the feel of someone touching his mind. Or that distraction like that must be painful.

Jay follows her gaze and turns his wrist slightly into the light, letting her look if she wants to before pulling his sleeve down a touch. He looks up at her, his expression open and honest. He has no telepathic ability of his own but he can control how much he lets someone else hear. 'Yes, I have a vampire lover. Is that what you want to know?'

"I'm just passing through. Someone mentioned the food here was really good. I'll have... whatever the chef recommends. I'd like to try the local flavours. If that's okay? I put myself in your hands."
Edited Date: 2014-05-17 06:08 am (UTC)

Date: 2014-05-17 06:23 am (UTC)
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"Then I'm sure I'm in safe hands." He watches her with care, feeling very sorry for her. It must hurt to be that open. It's a pity no-one's found her to teach her to shield.

He may have gone too far letting her hear him, or see the scars but it certainly got an interesting reaction.

He listens, sipping his beer. So Jason Stackhouse is the local boy they're all taking about. It seems unlikely to Jay but without knowing more, it's hard to say. It takes a special kind of evil to kill family.

Date: 2014-05-17 06:41 am (UTC)
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Jay smiles up at him, open and inviting. Shocking flirt that he is. "I always prefer to explore the local flavours when I travel. And this looks amazing." He isn't looking at the food.

"I'm just sorry I don't have much time this trip. I really like to explore it deeper." It's as gentle an apology as he can manage.

He shakes his head and looks after Sookie. "I get the feeling that poor girl's carrying more than she should have to."

Date: 2014-05-17 07:40 am (UTC)
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"So I see." Jay smiles up at him, watching him go with an appreciative smile. He's not sure Lafayette's really his type but the man is bold, brave and outspoken and that's always fun.

The gumbo is amazing and exactly what he needed. He catches Sookie's eye and politely asks for another beer. "Is there somewhere outside it's okay to smoke?" Kinda hoping she'll follow him out to talk. This one has him curious.

Date: 2014-05-17 08:02 am (UTC)
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"Thank you." He nods meaningfully, tugging down his sleeve. 'I'm sorry you have to put up with other people's opinions.'

He nods and gets up, slipping outside for a quick smoke in the twilight. He closes his eyes tight against the flair of the lighter. He doesn't smoke much any more but it's been a long couple of days and he deserves it. He breathes out with a sigh. This really is a messed up town.

Date: 2014-05-17 08:18 am (UTC)
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Jay starts towards her but stops when she's called back.

Jay listens to the owner's rant with a tolerant quiet, letting him get it off his chest. "I mean nothing by it. She seems like a nice girl and I can see that she's well loved and protected. I'm not looking for trouble, just a meal and a drink before I move on."

Date: 2014-05-17 08:55 am (UTC)
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"You're looking after your own. Nothing in that to be ashamed off." He nods to Sam and heads back inside to finish off his beer.

He can feel the weight of the day pressing down on him and checks his watch. Still a couple of hours before he needs to head back. He catches Sookie's eye. "Sorry to trouble you again, miss. Do you mind asking the chef if he can recommend something for desert?"

Date: 2014-05-17 09:21 am (UTC)
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"Thanks a lot." He smiles and pays for his meal, leaving her a more than generous tip.

He slips outside, heading for the big trees. It's not hard to find the one he's looking for, not with night-vision like his. "Hey." He smiles a little shyly. Or at least the appearance of shyness. "Thanks for dinner. That gumbo was amazing."

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