Owner	Pose
Johnny Blaze	After Bullseye had left, Johnny followed him out as he drove away, making sure he didn't decide to turn around and do a drive by. Johnny is bulletproof, Mercy is not. He cares far more about the latter than the former. Thus, Johnny eventually turns around to head back to Mercy. "He was here before I showed up. Did he come off strong to you even then?" his hand perhaps reached for her own to hold it, concern on his face now. nay, now he was just close. Making sure the lady he cared about most was alright. She was his only friend that he trusted.
Mercy Thompson	Mercy is back to working on the VW jetta with the bad brakes. She looks up when Johnny comes back in, eyes narrowed a little, a sure sign that's she's annoyed working up to angry. "No. He came in like a fairly normal customer, but that only lasted until he got off the bike. He's ..." She frowns. "If he was a wolf I'd say he was rabid. His body language was all 'attack' and the smile was a fake."
Johnny Blaze	Johnny nods, looking concerned as he rested his chin on hte top of her head (something he liked to tease her about, since he was taller). "He had the eyes of a killer. His soul told as much....I'm glad I came when I did." he lets out a small breath. "You were not lying when you said you were a trouble magnet at dinner that one time." Of course, he didn't believe her...but now? Yeeep. "Well, at least everything's fine and it looks like he didn't get what he wanted. Mind if I stay a few days with you in case he comes back?"
Mercy Thompson	Mercy tolerates the chin on the head for about 2 seconds, then elbows Johnny, as she has before. "sure. Feel free to hang out." There's a bit of relief in her tone. She frowns a little. "I was thinking of going for a run tonight and maybe see if I could pick up his scent. He more than hinted he'd be watching the shop." She doesn't sound pleased at that.
Johnny Blaze	"oof!" Did it really hurt? no. But to anyone else, she probably woulda knocked hte wind out of them. He does smile to her, looking happy about that. "Cool. I take it I'm stuck on the couch?" Hey, might as well ask right? but he does nod. "Same. He was hiding his forehead. Cult marker, maybe? But I didn't sense any traces of the devil or any kind of demonic presence. Which means he's just insane...and a serial killer. Never a good mix." a sigh then.
Mercy Thompson	"Great, serial killers r us," Mercy grumbles. "Well, it's the couch upstairs or the chair in the office," she tells him. "Personally i reccomend the couch, but hey, you're free to choose."
Johnny Blaze	"I know. It's a running business with 5 percent off on Garage owners." Johnny rolls his eyes before he looks sad. "Maybe one day I can barricade myself on half of your bed. That thing looks so comfy." He sighs. "Oh well, couch it is. I tried that chair once....nope, that's not happening again." he shrugs, before he smiles at her. Was he able to make her laugh!?
Mercy Thompson	He gets an eyeroll and brief smirk. "I like you Johnny, but I know about you and women...so for what, the, 293rd time? No. You are fun to flirt with though." She goes back to working on the master cylinder. "Hand me that socket wrench," she says, pointing. "I need to get this thing done today so I can get paid for it. I think i found a 1970 beetle that's worth buying to restore."
Johnny Blaze	Johnny just laughs. "Me and women? Are you paying attention to my life at all?!" Only lady who actually liked him back then was Roxane. She's kinda dead now. But. "At this point, you're just teasing me." he sighs, leaning against the wall and giving her that socket wrench. "Yeah? how much is it?"
Mercy Thompson	Mercy takes the socket and starts getting the mounting bolts out. "They're asking two thousand for it. If it's a southern car, like they claim, and no rust that's a really good deal," she says as she works , bent over the hood of the jetta. "Then it's just a little body work, rewiring, overhaul and paint, and agood profit when I re-sell it." She looks over her shoulder at Johnny. "What've you been up to, anyway? I haven't seen you for a while. Your timing today was really good, though, I'll give you that."
Johnny Blaze	"two thousand? Not a bad deal. But the problem is, it could have some wear an tear especially on the engine. Could cost more to repair it than it is to actually buy it." Johnny shrugs, though his eyes fall upon scenery. Okay, fine, he's being a male and staring at her rear as she's bent over. But he usually does it just to mess with her now adays. "Yeah...that's a complicated story." Johnny rubs his head. "Got into a fight wit hthe Hulk, tore up a dock, joined a hyper-secret military operation to deal with supernatural threats with a weird name and now I'm here seeing my favorite gal after a brief trip to Hell to save someone's soul." pause. "That's the quick version." he smiles.
Mercy Thompson	Mercy looks around over her shoulder at him. "Never a dull moment," she says, and turns back to the work. the tone was matter of fact. "Oh, it'll cost more than two thousand to fix up the bettle, probably about three or four. But then I can sell it for about twelve or fourteen depending," she says. "This mechanic thing is a lot more fun than flipping burgers but I think I actually bring home less. I don't have to keep on saying 'do you want fries with that' at least."
Johnny Blaze	Johnny smirked to Mercy. "Never." then he just shrugs, moving over to Mercy and deciding to flirt a little more, resting his hand on her back to give her a few pats. "Heh, anything's better than that. But think about it this way: you were probably the sexiest burger flipper ever." he winks at her before he takes off his jacket and rubs his forehead. "Damned headache." he whispers to himself.
Mercy Thompson	That gets him another look, the hand on the back, and a tolerant smile. She laughs at the sexiest burger flipper. "Headache," she asks, concerned. The last bolt is out so she straightens from the engine bay, bringing the master cylinder with her. She looks at him, concerned. "Is that the rider knocking to be let out?"
Johnny Blaze	Johnny rubs a hand against his head. "Been awhile since I went....hunting." Since he turned into the Devil himself and went takin' souls and diggin' holes. Eventually he sits down, holding his head. Steam actually comes out of his nose. "That guy.....who came in earlier. He pissed me off. He's done unspeakable things...vengeance cries out." He takes a breath. before he shows how goddamn tough he is. He simply sits ups traight, and takes a deep breath, before he looks at Mercy. "do you ever feel that sometimes, you won't be able to stop the other side of you from coming out? scared you won't remember what happened next?"
Mercy Thompson	Mercy shakes her head. "No. But that's me, not you. I turn into a coyote, Johnny....my super power is not getting fleas while I'm running central park." She goes to sit next to him and puts an arm around him, leaning her head on his shoulder. "You have a monster to hold in. You're able to point it at not just vengance but justice, which is far better. You care. So many before you didn't."
Johnny Blaze	Johnny held his head softly with his right hand, and as he feels Mercy snake an arm around him and rest her head on his shoulder, Johnny takes his own free arm to wrap around her in a sort of close embrace, his head resting on hers. "Yeah...sometimes I wish I didn't. But nobody else will. Only way is forward right?" he's quiet for a moment. "But being a coyote is pretty cool." he tries to lighten the situation.
Mercy Thompson	"Being a coyote is cool," Mercy agrees. She rests there for a minute, letting Johnny get his headspace and timing back. He gets a squeeze, and she gets up to go get back to work. "How long're you in town for this time, do you know," she asks.
Johnny Blaze	Johnny smiles to her, squeezing her in return before he lets her go. "Well, how long you want me in town for?" He looks her right in the eyes then as he stands up, setting his jacket on his bike just to be organized.
Mercy Thompson	Mercy's putting the new cylinder back in now. She pauses to look back at him when he catches her eyes. What would be a challenge in the pack she makes a statement of trust here. "'Til you're done, I suppose," she says. "You're always welcome Johnny, you know that." She turns back to the car. "Though I suppose if you start leaving dirty clothes all over the living room you might get done sooner than you'd planned." She grins at him. "Just kidding...stay as long as you want. I was curious if you had plans is all."
Johnny Blaze	Johnny looks at Mercy with a bit of a chuckle. "Well,thanks. It means a lot Mercy. Really. To make it up for you, I'll make you my world famous eggs for breakfast." which are //terrible// mind you. But he likes returning the favor for something huge. "Hey, hey, I may look rugged, but I'm clean, alright?" he winks. "Most of the time." flirting. But he does walk over to her, putting his hands on her upper arms if she allows. "But really...thank you."
Mercy Thompson	"You're welcome," Mercy tells him. She doesn't object to the touch, but she does keep working. "I would appreciate it though, if you'd keep an eye out for crazy biker guy." He tripped her paranoia pretty thoroughly. "I can easily see him coming back, and being nasty about it." Cylinder in, she starts hooking up brake lines. "Normally I'd just call the cops but he gives me the impression they'd be overmatched."
Johnny Blaze	Johnny soon rubs her arms affectionately before he starts to work on his bike. "No worries. If he comes back here.....he's gonna die." Johnny says with steam actually leaving his nose. "The Spirit and I agree on that. Too dangerous....too much blood on his hands with no remorse." he sighs. "The cops would be tragically, hilariously outmatched. But, don't worry. I'll be here to help protect you. Not that you ever needed protection."
Mercy Thompson	Mercy nods, not having anything really to say to that, and concentrates on the car....