xp_logs | Terry & Jay Log midday Monday

Jay comes back to the mansion in a killing mood. Terry is curious.

Going up the driveway, Jay recklessly pulled his truck to a halt and slid out, popping the lock on and slamming it shut. Clutching his keys in a knuckle whitening fist, he stormed up the steps to the, mansion and marched inside. Wings drawn up in agitation, Jay made his way down the hallway and turned into the kitchen. Tossing his keys on the counter, they skidded across and fell to the floor. Yanking the fridge open, he pulled out a pop, feathers dropping in a quick turn and fetched the keys off the floor before heading out again. He collided shoulders with Terry and in a quick, rushed pardon, excusing himself; he made his way down the hallway, towards the garage.

Terry may have had a schedule that was packed to the gills and ruthlessly followed but she wasn't an idiot and she certainly wasn't so busy that she was going to ignore that sort of welcome. Curious and a little concerned, she did an about face and followed Jay, walking quickly enough to keep up but willing to see where he was going first. The little trip did nothing to alleviate her concerns and her arms were folded firmly across her chest by the time she stepped out into the garage. "That was a fine greeting. How are you doing then, Jay, that's got you all flustered?"

Initially, he had planned to go into the kitchen and eat, but in his agitation, thought better of it. With this energy, he thought it would be better to channel it. Throwing the door open connecting the garage to the mansion, he didn't notice Terry following briskly behind him and went down the steps, hitting the button for the automatic door to open. By passing all the other vehicles, he turned around and walked backwards as the door slowly opened. "Oh hey Terry, how was yer day, huh? Good, Ah'm hopin'? Maybe better than mine?" He stopped just as the door stopped, revealing his truck parked out front with egg dripping down the sides. Of course it was not dripping egg anymore, but a frozen mess. He opened his can of pop. "Ya wanna help me clean ma truck or fetch me a baseball bat? Either one, Ah'm game. Ah reckon ma aim is gonna be dead on today."

She considered him, chewing on her lower lip as she did so, tasting the strawberry lip gloss she favoured. Finally she shrugged and dropped her arms. "You can tell me how this happened while we wash up." They'd save the bit about the baseball bat for later when he wasn't so clearly upset.

Taking a moment while she considered his proposition, Jay guzzled some pop before setting the can down next to the wheel of his truck and nodded to her. "Fine." shoving his keys into his pocket, he went off to the wall and found himself a bucket accompanied by two sponges. "Caught five kids at tha mall, egging cars - tha nice ones - an' gettin' em all." He paused at the hose, turning it on, hoping it would work, but of course, it didn't and he sighed in his crouched down position.

"Kids these days," Terry observed blandly, crossing over to him. "You're not actually going to be able to wash it off out here, you know. Better just drive it inside and close the door. Garage will warm back up against soon enough and we'll bring out some buckets to do the job."

"Yeah," he said, obviously not thinking clearly enough, fuming that this had even happened to his beloved truck. "Stupid kids, Ah hate teenagers." He left the bucket where it was and went to move the truck, plucking the pop off the ground. Two minutes later, he was rolling it into the garage, turned it off and got out to close the garage door. Shrugging out of his jacket, he stretched his wings before tossing the jacket into the driver's side and closing the door. He crouched down as something had caught his eye and ran a finger over a scuff, or rather, a large key mark that traveled the entire length of the truck, covered by egg. "Shit."

Terry sucked in a breath and let it out in a hiss. "Those little bastards. I don't suppose you got a good look at them?" she asked as she bent over beside him to get a better look at the damage.

He regarded her, a finger tracing over the line. "Sure Ah did. Ah bet their gone though. Ah kinda scared 'em off with ma wings, plus Ah went n' got security. Little shits. They were somethin' like ten cars past mine by tha time Ah got out." Jay stood up, brushing a hand through his hair as he surveyed the damage. "Damnit, tha's gonna rust. Salt likes marks like these."

What Terry knew about cars could fit on the head of a pin so she just nodded sympathetically. "There's probably someone here who can help you fix that. Mr Summers or Forge maybe. They're big into cars."

"Ah don't know. Matchin' a paint job ain't easy. Ah think ya gotta sand it right down an' redo tha panel. Maybe gotta go professional on that. Ah dunno. Forge might be able ta do it but he's busy lately." Or seemed busy to Jay. "Hang on. Ah'll be back." Jay left her to get the bucket and went inside. A few minutes later, he returned with the bucket in hand, full of soapy water. "Ah wanna baseball bat fer ma next birthday. Think ya can remember tha?"

"That all depends on why you want it. Going to start coaching Little League perhaps?" Terry raised her eyebrows at him, leaning against another car. "I'll not have you threatening people with it. Sure that's the last thing that we need."

"Who said anythin' 'bout threatenin'? Ah'm lookin' at prevention." He gestured to the mark on his truck. "A lil' late at preventin' but Ah'm sure retribution would'a had fit in there somewhere."

Terry shook her head, tolerantly, "And to think, I used to believe you were a smart boy."