Needle in a Haystack {open}

[Guy LeGrange]

Guy was not drunk.

This needed to be stated because he was, after all, in the club district. Strictly speaking, he'd even just come out of a bar. It had been a sports bar though, and he'd spent his time in there eating a rather impressive plate of hot wings. True, he'd washed them down with a good stout, but that had only been one good drink, perhaps two, certainly not enough to make even Guy inebriated.

Which didn't explain why he wasn't able to find his car. Guy had the keys out, the clicker in hand, and he kept pointing and pressing it in various directions. He figured that it would have to work eventually, making a noise and leading him to his car. And yes, he did remember the car in question. It was a banged up Honda CR-V, one of those small SUV types, and a sort of deep red in color. Well, mostly deep red, except for a few scratches here and there (not from drunk driving, since we're still sort of on the topic of drinking).

"Next time, I park somewhere memorable, perhaps by a giant sign,' muttered Guy, waving to the closest such marker. He sighed, adjusted his grip on his keys, and pointed it at in another direction. To his surprise, a beep sounded. The surprise came mostly in as it was not a recognizable beep. Guy raised his brows and headed to the car. Sure enough, there was another Honda CR-V, but this one was black. Guy stood there staring at it for a while, blinking several times. He pressed the button again, and it let out another noise.

"Well, well, well, what to do, what to do,' he muttered. He climbed up on the car, opening the door and looking inside and around. Perhaps someone was playing tricks on him? He wouldn't put it past some of the people he knew in Kalispell, that much was certain.

[Hadley Roarke]

Perhaps taking on two jobs was a lot, but come payday? Hadley loved it, and it was worth the hard work. School was a breeze for her, because she only had two classes honing her powers, then a math class (it wasn't her strong suit). The blonde tucked her wages for the night into her little back apron. Her jacket was hanging on a hook by the door, and she grabbed it on her way out the door.

The chill in the air racked her small frame. The shorts and tank top they required her to wear was ridiculous, but it made her money, and she wasn't stripping for it, so where was the harm? The guys weren't allowed to touch, and she was allowed to punch them if they did. It was a win-win situation for her. The blonde took her hair out of the bun and ran her slender fingers through the tangled locks. Suddenly, she was so tired. Hadley put on her jacket, and grabbed her keys out of her little apron. Where exactly had she parked?

The girl started pressing her button ferociously. It was freezing outside. She heard a beep and she walked towards it, assuming she had parked in the general area. Her deep blue eyes scanned the parking lot, and found her car at once. With a man getting inside it. He looked familiar. He was probably a customer. For a second, she wasn't sure what to do. But then she remembered that she was Hadley Roarke, kick ass fire goddess.

Hadley stomped over to him, leaning against the door that he had open. "Are you enjoying yourself? Please, get comfortable. I bought this car for other's enjoyment. I don't mind walking home." Sarcasm dripped from her every word, and a frown only made her look sexier, in her own modest opinion. A gust of wind ripped through her and she shivered. "Look, I don't care if you sit in my car. Can I take you somewhere? Just get over and let me sit. I'm freezing." Any normal person would be scared, but Hadley? She had dealt with perverts in the past, in case he were to try anything. The firecracker tended to be pretty fearless. More than likely, he was probably just drunk out of his mind. She saw that often in a bar, go figure.

[Guy LeGrange]

Guy heard someone coming and looked out of the corner of his eyes. Ah, a scantily clad, sexy looking blonde. If only he were twenty years younger. As it stood, while Guy wasn't entirely certain how old said pretty blonde happened to be, she still looked as though she could easily be his daughter, a fact that would not surprise him. She did look vaguely familiar, but just about everyone in Kallispell looked familiar after a few years. And really, there were so many attractive blondes.

"Why thank you for the kind and generous offer!" said Guy. He pulled himself into the car, perching comfortably on the seat, his legs swinging a bit. 'I was just thinking that this vehicle is so much cleaner than mine," he confessed while running his hand along the seat. It did look slightly better cared for than his, but it could also be a few years younger, if you could refer to vehicles in that manner. He looked back over at her as she spoke, offering a ride and commenting on the chill. His eyes roamed her body for a moment, but the look he wore was hardly one of lust. it was more the look a father would have on finding his daughter dressed to go out with her friends.

"Well, my dear, you would probably be less freezing if you bothered to put on some more clothing. You see, when it's cold outside, people put on more clothes, not take them off," Guy situated himself on the seat, looking quite pleased. "And I'll have you know that my keys opened this vehicle," he held out the keys, jangling them. To prove his point, he pulled the clicker up into his grip and pushed, the locks sinking in. He raised his brows and looked to Hadley, obviously asking for an explanation.

[Hadley Roarke]

His comment on the clean state of her vehicle made her jut out her chin in pride. After working her ass off to get the car, she was going to take care of it. And she wasn't sure to smile or roll her eyes at his thankfulness of sitting in the car. She decided on biting back a smile, because, let's be honest, the situation was a bit amusing.

Hadley couldn't agree more on the clothes predicament. But her job wasn't to be conservative. "I just got off of work. We aren't exactly supposed to dress like a lady." She should have invested in a pair of wind pants or something to quickly put on after work. It would probably keep her from getting sick so often. Who's idea was it anyway that short shorts equals better service? Whatever. His story of keys opening random vehicles didn't sound plausible, but his point was proved when he pushed his own button. That was odd. And she wasn't sure she could explain it.

Hads slid into her car, then shut the door. She started the car and turned up the heater. It would take a few minutes to get it warm. "I don't know what to tell you about the key situation, but as you can see, this is my car. If you are stumbling into cars that aren't your own, perhaps you don't need to drive anyway." The blonde rose a brow, leaning back in her seat. It felt great to sit down after a long night at work. "Where can I take you?" As a good citizen, she should drive him somewhere. Now she was responsible for him; she felt that way, at least.

[Guy LeGrange]

"Perhaps you should consider an alternative career then; I would recommend one that has you wearing pants," said Guy. He hadn't planned on moving, but the girl seemed quite determined to climb into the driver's seat of her vehicle, even if that meant climbing right on top of Guy. While under certain circumstances Guy might not really protest having a scantily clad, attractive blonde clamber into his lap, this was not one of those circumstances. He scrambled over onto the passenger's side, making sure to click unlock as he went. He might not be a creepy serial killer, but for all he knew she was some kinda leggy supervillain.

"I'm perfectly sober, I'll have you know," said Guy, giving her a level look. "I'm not the one who was attempting to sit on someone," he shifted in his seat and then sat up a little to look around. "I was looking for my vehicle, which is the exact same model as this, and my keys happened to open this one. I opened and looked inside out of idle curiosity, nothing more," he paused and looked about, "but if you could sort of drive around and look for a red version of this vehicle, it would be appreciated."

Guy sat up a little more, making sure to get a good look at the parking lot to see what he could see. So far, there were no versions of his vehicle, and he was seriously considering going around and clicking again.

[Hadley Roarke]

His response made her laugh, and the blonde gave a small nod. "I agree. But right now it's all I have until I can graduate this year. When you need money, you need money. At least I'm not pole dancing for it." Hadley gave a small shrug and put her hands on to one of the vents. The air was getting warmer, and one last chill made her body shake. He moved when she sat down. Good. She wasn't sure what she would have done had he just sat there.

"Sober? I'm not sure about that. Do you always go car-hopping as a hobby then? That can be dangerous. Yet here you are telling me that I need a new job. Well you, sir, need a new hobby." She grinned, and gave a light laugh. His request was simple enough, so she put the car in reverse, and straightened the vehicle. Hadley drove slowly around the lot. Times like this she wished she had a more helpful power: night vision, or perhaps flying, so stuff like this wouldn't happen. And she wouldn't have to worry about gas money either.

"Can you not find it? I would have hated for someone to get into your car and steal it," the girl teased, keeping her eyes peeled for a red version of her car. That would be pretty bad. She didn't know him, but she didn't want to wish ill on him. Hadley ran a hand through her hair out of habit.

[Guy LeGrange]

Were this someone else as opposed to a slightly impressionable young woman, Guy would have mentioned that pole dancing was an honorable occupation with a long history of dedicated women who have allotted a large portion of their lives to honing their considerable skill. However, Hadley was obviously young enough to be a student, and Guy was pretty sure he was already setting a horrible example, what with crawling into her car after obviously having been to a bar of some sort. This was not helped by her repeated assertions as to his state of inebriation.

"I keep telling you: I'm perfectly sober. Witness," he raised an arm out, extended it out, and slowly brought it to his nose, before repeating the gesture with the other. "And if you really want, I can recite the alphabet backwards. That's a damn bit harder though, so I'd much rather you just take my word for it." Guy twisted to look again, practically standing up in the seat. "And I'd tell you my hobbies, but you strike me as such an impressionable, vulnerable young thing, and I'd hate to soil your pristine mind."

They were at least moving around the lot, Guy frowning as he looked over the cars. He raised the clicker again, but one click reminded him that he was in a car that reacted to the click anyway. He sighed and slid his keys into his pocket, resolving himself to having to do this the semi-old fashion way. What was the use of technology if it couldn't help a man find his vehicle?

"Well, if I find an attractive blonde crawling around in my SUV, I'm just going to crawl on her lap and ask her to drive me home, because clearly Fate is fucking with me at that point," said Guy, not turning to look, "and if I find another dwarf, why, we'll run off to the circus and form our own act! I'll be sure to send you a postcard," Guy turned to flash a quick smile at Hadley before turning back. He raised a hand to his eyes to try and focus, but it really wasn't helping. Or at least, he wasn't seeing his vehicle jump out. He had to have it somewhere though; he distinctly remembered parking here and he did have his keys...