Who: Cassidy and Heather Where/When: Tonight / The edge of the City Why: Blow off steam. Warning: WIP, maybe language.
It looked like a comet agains the night sky as the lit molotov cocktail sailed through the air, and hit the parking lot asphalt in a glitter of glass and gasoline droplets. Cassidy raised his arms in the air with yell, watched as the small pool of gasoline from the bottle burned merrily.
Veronica was gone, and that was fucked up. What if Mac disappeared? Heather? Willow Rosenberg? That was just not fun to consider. As he watched the flames dance Cassidy again puzzled over some kind of tracking device you could install surgically. Like the chipped expensive pets of the 09 zip code trophy wives.
When the last flame went out he bent, and picked up another from a line of about 10 he had made earlier in the day. During study hall actually. Then a stop at a gas station on the way home to finish things up, and Cassidy had hunted down Heather. He turned to her now, holding it out. The parking lot they stood in was at the edge of the City, abandoned with weeds growing through the cracks. Later Cassidy thought they should hunt down a car.
"Your turn," he said to Heather. "But I bet you throw like a girl." He guffawed. "NO! A CHEERLEADER."