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[runningred]

{ooc: set after Jay and Eric take a run in the woods. Warnings for sex, blood, and them just generally doing stupid things for fun.}

Jay comes bouncing up from the garage, hair still wet from the shower. He looks energised and far too enthusiastic for the late hour.

He's not actually on bar duty but he is behind the bar playing with various liquids.

Could be a cocktail, could be a chemistry experiment. Feel free to ask but be warned, some concoctions may be flammable.

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[jonathanparagon]

Jonathan leans over the bar, picking up the wet towel Bar provides to wipe what looks like ash off his face.

"What're you up to?"

[runningred]

"Testing a theory." Jay grins, lifting a lighter. "Want a drink? You look like you could use one."

Not this one, perhaps. Seeing it's now burning with an impressive green flame.

[jonathanparagon]

He watches the flame, impressed.

"Yeah, I really could. And a new work desk... what theory?"

[runningred]

"There are some benches spare down in the garage if you need one." He watches too, timing how long it takes to burn out. "Playing with fuel ideas."

[jonathanparagon]

"I usually go for cheap ones because something happens to them every few months, but maybe if they were sturdier, it wouldn't. Alcohol fuels?"

[runningred]

Jay shrugs. He believes in spending money on good tools but each to their own.

"I'm on holiday in Cambodia. Thought I might be able to rig up a still to help the locals run their bikes without having to pay a fortune for fuel."

[jonathanparagon]

Tools, yes. Work surfaces that get incinerated or smashed and are just work surfaces, not so much.

"So you'd want it to still work more or less like gas, and not rocket fuel?"

[runningred]

"You'd think so." Jay grins and drinks the shot. After all, the alcohol is burnt away. Mostly. "But this is more fun. What are you drinking? And do you mind if I ask what exploded?"

[jonathanparagon]

"Dealer's choice." He grins ruefully. "And - experimental magic. I've got this spell where a lighter flame turns into a tracker, and I want to get it to do more than one stream. It didn't quite go to plan and I kind of immolated my desk."

[runningred]

He shrugs and pours them both scotch and dry. More scotch than dry.

"You know I can build you a tracker that won't ignite things? No immolating magic required."

[jonathanparagon]

"Ah, but when it finds its target, the fire is half the point. Tracker isn't the best word, more like... a smart missile." He takes a sip of the scotch. "Vampires usually travel in packs in my world and if I'm on my own, anything to thin out their numbers."

[runningred]

"Ah, I see. That's... more complicated." And less legal. Not that has ever bothered Jay. "Mmm." He drums his fingers, clearly thinking.

[jonathanparagon]

In Jonathan's eyes, killing unsouled vampires isn't murder. It's putting them to rest.

"Technology could only really do that with little flamethrowers, I think, and I'm not sure how it could guide flames."

[is_the_motion]

"What is that?" Bonnie asks, nursing a black coffee.

[runningred]

"Rocket fuel." Jay grins and ignites the shot glass. It burns a lovely shade of purple.

[is_the_motion]

"Very pretty." Bonnie smiles. "Gonna set somethin' off with a bang?"

[runningred]

"More to see how long it burns." Jay smiles, the slightly manic smile of someone whose been parting a little too hard.

[is_the_motion]

"I may have to watch that." Bonnie says, sipping her coffee. "How you keepin'?"

[runningred]

He grins and ignites the shot, counting the seconds as the flame burns a clean bright blue. "Hmm?"

"I've been keeping well. Keeping busy anyway. How are you? How's Turtle doing?"

[is_the_motion]

"Keepin' busy." Bonnie nods in agreement. "Turtle should be outta hospital later this week. Cops cleared Ted, thank goodness."

[runningred]

"Any leads in who did it?" He asks, with a distinct overtone that he's more than willing to help follow up on those leads if needed.

[is_the_motion]

"Ted has identified Picket, but he was banging Turtle's ex-wife Cassandra - the woman who crashed our wedding - so we're trying to find either the gun or break their alibi." Bonnie says.

[runningred]

"I collected a few things from the scene. I handed them off to the police but I doubt they've looked at them, given how focused they were on the boys."

[is_the_motion]

"I think they were in shock at one of their own being down." Bonnie says. "They turned up a bit later and got the second bullet, so we just need to match to a gun."

She hesitates, then blurts out.

"I fell off the wagon later in the night."

[runningred]

He puts a hand out to hold hers, gentle and unjudging. "You okay? Mind if I ask what pushed you?"