deep_red_bells | [RP] I get by with a little help from my friends (locked to Ford)

True to her word, Baileigh put on the shiny red lipstick and the snug jeans and left her hair down, for no other reason than that Ford had requested--probably jokingly--that she 'look hot' for their hunting outing. She felt a teeny bit silly, but what was the harm? Any good Grace would suffer a little silliness for her favorite Will.

After explaining to Hank and Cain that she was going out with a friend in need of a pick-me-up, she waited out on the front porch steps and killed some time sharpening a few wooden stakes with a Bowie knife, unconcerned of how she probably looked to her neighbors, a twenty-something reasonably attractive girl spending her night kicked back on the porch whittling at sticks. Hardly the weirdest thing she'd ever done to get the neighbor's attention...no, that would be starting a small fire in her backyard to burn some clothing, an entire outfit that had been ruined when she'd run amiss of a very smelly demon.

She still mourned the loss of those shoes.

Hearing the crunch of gravel at the base of the driveway, Baileigh stuck the knife back down in her boot and got to her feet, dusted wood shavings off of her jeans as what she assumed was Ford's car pulled up to the house.

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It was all bullshit. Pretty much. Some vigilante attacks his husband and he ends up with the brunt of his anger. He understood where Amp was coming from. He did. And he really wanted to help his husband. But at this point -- he couldn't. He had tried...all weekend and he just needed to get out.

After being cheered up by both his new friend Sam with her ferret, Quesadilla, and then a little light banter between him and Bee and had decided to visit Bee - and join her on the hunt for once. He figured he could take care of himself and he was itching for a fight, honestly.

Plus, he and Bee hadn't had quality Ford/Bee time. And his Will was seriously missing his Grace. It had seemed like just yesterday that they had played doctor -- and not that kind of doctor. Plus, she was getting married and he still hadn't seen her ring.

Pulling up to the curb he turned off the ignition and checked his hair in the mirror before stepping out of the car. He was smiling, if only because he had spotted Bee from the road. And true to her word? She looked hot.

"Me likey," he said, quoting a Sex and the City episode he had watched earlier that night.

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Baileigh laughed and struck a few silly Vogue poses before she grinned and moved to give him a hug. "Hey babe," she said, planted a friendly kiss on his cheek. "You don't look so bad yourself," she observed, stepping back to give him a quick once over. "Yep, you'll definitely do. Except for the lipstick smudge I just put on your cheek, sorry about that." She crinkled her nose and wiped the red lip-print off with her thumb. "You ready to go kill some things?"

Ford used his hands as a fake camera taking fake shots of Baileigh's poses before gladly taking her in his arms. He wiggled a bit jokingly when she kissed him before stepping back. After she made her comment he shrugged, smiling. "Well, I knew I had you to compete with," he said -- before using a mocked shock face before Baileigh's finger came to his cheek. "No problem," he said, wiping at the spot where Baileigh's smudge had been. "I really, really am."

"Awesome, c'mon." Baileigh grabbed his hand and dragged him with her towards her Jeep. "I already got stuff loaded. OK, first thing's first." She popped the back open and lifted the door, displaying an array of weaponry: crossbows, stakes and all manner of sharpy shiny metal things. "What's your weapon of choice? Personally, I like my wooden stakes, but tonight I was leaning towards a nice badass broadsword."

Ford allowed himself to be dragged before getting a good look in the back of her Jeep. There were a hell of a lot of weapons. He couldn't decide if he was feeling the crossbow or not. "I'm thinking I can stay traditional, a stake -- maybe with that necklace with a cross on it," he said. He wasn't uninformed so he wasn't going to ask about garlic or anything crazy. "Yeah, a few stakes are good for me," he said.

He felt pretty badass in his leather jacket about to fight vampires. He really did.

With a grin, Baileigh grabbed a wooden stake out of a backpack, twirled it in her hand and handed it to him. "Just make sure you hit the heart," she chirped, grabbing a well worn crucifix and motioning him closer so she could slip it around his neck. "I got a few ampules of holy water, too, you might want to stick a few in your pockets. Won't kill them, but they'll damn sure make them let you go!"

Ford was impressed with the twirl but wasn't about to attempt something like that, himself. "Right, the heart," he said, bringing the stake to Baileigh's chest. "Not next to the heart or above the heart," he added as a joke, moving the stake.

He took a step closer leaning down allowing Baileigh to slip it around his neck. "Is the holy water in your pocket or are you just happy to see me," he asked - also joking. Maybe he was in a better mood.

Or at least a less serious one.

"Good boy," she replied approvingly, adjusting the leather cord to fit his neck comfortably and laughing at his joke. "Cute. Very cute. We'll get the rest of the stuff out when we get there. I wasn't sure how much we could handle, so I was thinking graveyard patrol. Get the newly risen before they can do any damage. It's not as fun as taking out a nest, but it's a pretty good way to blow off some steam. What do you think?" She smiled and stepped back, closing the back door of the Jeep. "Sound good?"

What did he think? He didn't know how adept he would be at wasting a vampire nest so he figured the graveyard patrol was the next best thing. Never mind, never actually encountering a vampire before. He figured he if worse came to worse telekinisis was something to be thankful for.

With that in mind he also took a step back, giving her one of his winning smiles. "Sounds great," he replied moving to the passenger side of the Jeep.

"Great!" She walked around to the driver's side, dug her keys out of her pocket and climbed in. "You sure you're up for this?" she asked, glancing over at him curiously as she started the car. "I mean, I totally understand the need to blow off some steam, but I don't want to get you into something you might not really be up for handling."

Ford looked over to Bea as a half-smile formed. "I can handle it," he said. "I mean, when in doubt I have a stake," he said. "And telekinisis," he added, looking away from her. "And maybe a little bit of martial arts..." He held up his hand, holding two fingers together to indicate the "little bit."

"Three very good things to have!" she quipped with a grin, glancing over her shoulder as she backed the Jeep out of the driveway. "Feel free to search the radio stations--we need good 'grrr' vampire hunting music. Of course, now that I've said that, all you'll be able to find is Enya or something."

Ford didn't waste any time fiddling with the radio stations. Pretty soon he came to The Sex Pistols' "London Calling" and he couldn't help but let go of the dial and sit back. He held back a grin, not even telling her why he made the decision - he just liked the sound. And maybe he started to rock out to it.

Baileigh burst into giggles and nodded in approval: at least it wasn't Enya. "You start headbanging, I might have to mock you, mercilessly," she grinned, turning left out of the driveway.

It was definitely the antithesis of Enya. "Good thing I wasn't born -- well, I was, but I was a baby so I didn't develop a head-banging preference," he said, bouncing his head to the music - not banging.

London calling... he sung out.

[RP] I get by with a little help from my friends (locked to Ford)

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