2019-06-10 - Team Crazypants

It's like, Monday or whatever, and Jay is literally sprawled on the roof of Baylee's trailer with one arm hanging off the side and one knee bent, tapping his foot on the roof of the mobile. He's listening to music on a pair of Bluetooth speakers and what plays sounds like... honestly it sounds like rap, but it's in... Chinese? Maybe? It also sounds like the recording was pretty rudimentary. He has his sunglasses on, because sun, and looks pretty relaxed, all things considered. Maybe it's his natural state.

There's a chill in the air but what's new. Easton wrapped in a hoodie gets out his jeep a few trailers down from Baylee's, but looks over curiously at the man on the roof. That's not Aidan. Ah, Boy #2. Easton slides a bag back into the Jeep for a minute, but takes his cup of coffee to wander over towards Jay. "Hey! Is she in?" He calls up indicating Baylee's trailer.

Jay rolls his head to the side and then lifts a hand to push his sunglasses up and get a squinting look at Easton. After a moment of assessment, he shakes his head. "Nah, man. She went off somewhere. I woke up like an hour ago and she was..." He makes a poof gesture with his hands, then jazz fingers. He swings his feet down from the roof of the trailer and taps his phone, shutting the music off. "You wanna leave a message or something?" Sunglasses are back on his face.

"Nah, nothing so important it can't wait." He smirks as Jay gives him his full attention, but with sunglasses. He says with some uncertainty, "You must be Jay." Because well he doesn't have to be but it would make a lot of sense considering Baylee's list of suitors she told him. "You a local? Or blow into town with Baylee here?" It's funny but being local versus not seems to be one of the first thing Easton feels the need to nail down about people nowadays. At first it was about finding answers, now maybe less so.

"Man, I must be," Jay says, amused. "You got a name, too?" Anything's possible! He shakes his head. "Nah, I know Bayls from Chicago. She helped me out a couple weeks ago and I tagged along on the way back here. Definitely not a local." Jay grabs his speakers, pockets his cell phone, and then just drops off the trailer, landing without any fuss.

Easton says, "Easton" He nods along at the little bit of background and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and light one up, having to switch his coffee between hands a few times to do that. He holds out the pack to Jay, offering him one. "Yea well, as a fellow transplant, has Bayls given you the official 'This town will scoop your heart out and eat it with a clam fork.' Because if not, it will. Welcome to Gray Harbor." He seems pretty cheery about the town's dark intentions at least."

"Man, she tried," Jay says taking a cigarette and pulling out a slim, metal lighter from his pocket. He lights up and then holds the flame out so Easton can light too. It's a little dragon-headed lighter! The mouth opens and fwooooosh, fiyah. "But I honestly like just dozed off mid-way, I think." He shakes his head. "I mean. How bad can it be?" Said in the tone of someone who has repeatedly learned that it can always be worse.

"Heh. Yea, I don't think I would have believed any local spooky stories would amount to much either." He leans forward, glad to accept the light instead of try to do that with the coffee in hand as well. He puffs to get it lit before adding, "Now? I'm ready to get myself a tinfoil hat and join team crazypants." He doesn't try to explain 'how bad' it can be, he's only seen and heard enough to know that it's way beyond what he expected, and none of it sounds 'good' per say.

"That's cool, man. I believe in the scientific method. You tell me something, I squint at you skeptically, and then you prove it or you don't. I mean, I'm not gonna call you a liar until I know you're a liar, you know? That's rude." Jay props himself up against the side of the trailer, one foot going up against it. "So what d'you do around here, Easton?"

"My rational mind was murdered by a zombie Easter Bunny." Yes, Easton can say that with a straight face. Because he was trying very hard to stick to his rational, scientific process even through the first trip into the Veil. But after that second? Yea, nope. He says, "But I respect that. Do yourself a favor though? Don't write off warnings from the local crazies? Or I guess out of towner crazies in hoodies?" Yea, he might as well include himself in that group now. "Me? I tend bar at a place on the beach" He still wants to put air quotes around 'beach' since it's such a different type of beach than back home, but restrains himself. "You?"

"I steal cars and cheat at cards," Jay says. No smile. Just facts. "And I'm not dismissing warnings. I mean, eventually, if the entire town thinks shit is bonkers, either everyone is crazy and they're gonna drive me crazy too, or shit is bonkers. Either way." He shrugs and ashes his cigarette. "But I've been known to shake a cocktail or two."

"Yeeaah. That sounds about right." He looks Jay up and down once more. Whether that he actually does steal cars and cheat at cards OR that he would say that he does 'sounds right' isn't clear. Easton nods and says "Fair enough." It's not a bad policy to be skeptical. He raises his eyebrows and says, "Yea? Like for a job or just to impress some ladies?"

"I mean," Jay tilts his head side to side a little as if considering his answer, and then he says, "Like, I haven't actually had a job doing it night to night or anything, but I'm not bad at it and I can usually do it without dropping or spilling anything even if a hot girl is falling out her top leaning on the bar." It's an important skill to have, those tops are sometimes very perilous. "Why, you hirin'?"

"I am always looking for people to pick up shifts here and there." Especially the ones he doesn't want to take. He smirks at the part about hot girls falling out of there tops. "Yes, well the important part is that you also remember to charge those girls. 'Accidentally' flashing for free drinks is a no-go at the bar." He's fine with the falling out part, but no, that doesn't get free drinks. "Why, you between cars and cards?"

"I think I could manage that, yeah." Jay shrugs at the question. "The thing about card sharking and car stealing is that it's not particularly a steady gig, you know?" He grins. "And hey. Beach. Sounds good. I mean, call Baylee and make sure she warns you that I'm a scoundrel and all that. I don't want you to take my word for it. But I'm unlikely to try to scam you if you're giving me a job." Anyone else, though, clearly fair game.

Nodding along Easton, raises his eyebrows as he reiterates that he's a scoundrel. He nods and says, "Well, the good news is that if you do steal from the bar, making you disappear here is super fucking easy. And the better news is that if you dick me over, I just break your legs." He doesn't seem terribly off-put at idea of having to do that, and certainly dead serious about doing it. "I'd need unlikely to get to won't before I take you on." Because if someone tells you they are not trustworthy? You take their word for it.

Jay doesn't seem particularly intimidated, but he smiles a little. "Yeah, okay. I won't." Simple as that. "Man, you remind me of my brother."

Easton's not the physically largest person, so he's fine with Jay not shaking in his boots, so long as he believes him. He nods and says, "Super. Let me check your reference.." He nods towards Baylee's trailer, because again it's just good business. "But stop by, see the place and let me grab your number and we'll give it a shot pending the Queen's approval." Yes, it amuses him to refer to Baylee as the Queen of England. That's going to stick.

"Sure." Jay waits for Easton to have his phone in hand and then rattles off his phone number. One of those people who just... knows it. Weirdo. "Send me like, a location for the bar so I can find my way. I still haven't figured out the entire town out." Probably because he doesn't shit where he eats, so any cars he's stolen have been out of town.

Pulling out his phone, he pops in the digits and then fires off a text with the name and address of the bar. He drops his cigarette and puts it out with his shoe. "Alright alright." He indicates his head towards another trailer and says, "I got errands to do, but I'll see you 'round Jay." He nods at him and ambles off the other way.