jackson harris ( werewolf ) . (likefenris) wrote in light_of_may, |
Jackson would have driven into town if he'd known the rain was going to be this bad, but his desire to save some of his limited supply of cash by saving gas and walking had seen him leaving the truck at the Lodge and going on foot. Maybe he would learn from today, or maybe he would just make the same decision again. That all depended on just how quickly he got a job. Given the impression he must have made today, soaked to the skin and more than a little bedraggled, he doubted he had made any progress on that front so far. Troy's card was tucked away safely in his wallet, right where he had left it after first meeting the man, and more than once over the last day or so he had considered using it. Not yet, though. He wasn't quite desperate enough to start accepting that sort of charity, even if it did seem to come without any strings attached.
Looking past the young woman and to the tire in question, he quickly realised he was more than a little out of his depth. She was right, those nuts really weren't coming off without a tire iron, and the rain would only make it more difficult to get the job done. Her remark about the rain made him smile and then laugh, and with an apologetic shake of his head, he replied, "Not really my area. Sorry." Reaching up to sweep his sodden hair from his face as he glanced around, he brought his eyes back to hers after a quick sweep of the surrounding area. There weren't many cars around that he could see, only one or two, and it would be a little like a wild goose chase tracking down the owners to see if they had a tire iron she could borrow. "I don't think this rain is letting up anytime soon," he said, "maybe you should give someone a call." If she couldn't do the job herself, that was probably her best bet.