Jasper McQueen (_resistance) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-08-27 16:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-24, erin |
This is why we can't have nice things
Who: Jasper and Erin
When: Midday
Where: Hospital in Ann Arbor, THE MORGUE!!
Erin was having A Day. A big one. Never in her (very short) career had she seen so many murder victims in one day, and it was bound to take its toll on a person. She felt overworked and slightly snippy, and no few times did it occur to her that this was probably a great reason of why most medical examiners worked for years before taking the county position. She couldn't help that her family had connections! It had seemed like a good idea at the time! Stop looking at her like that!
Anyway, she wouldn't have done things differently even in hindsight. She was a workaholic. She loved what she did, plain and simple.
Even if she kind of wanted to kill somebody herself today.
A Day. A very hectic, full day. Filled with horrifying orderlies that witnessed her taking her lunch in the morgue. At least she'd remembered to take her gloves off.
Dear god, could it rain enough for one damn day? Jasper was used to the heat of the south and, well, not freaking raining this much. It got his jeans all damp and gross and he hated having his hair matted down like that. Even with an umbrella, it didn't seemed to help. He would have stayed inside, cracked open a bottle of beer, and flip through TV all day, but he had a job to do. All the cases of people dying due to vampires draining them? Oh yeah, he was on that. Who knew if the vampires were taking said blood and selling it on the blood market. No one deserved to be treated like that.
So on that note, he headed to the morgue in hopes to talk to the examiner and perhaps get some more information out of the cases. Maybe if he was feeling ballsy, he could risk touching one of the dead bodies and see if his powers reacted at all. Until then, he kept his leather jacket and gloves on, getting a few odd looks in the hallway before reaching his destination. Once there, he spotted a woman going about her work, looking rather tense. Well, hurhur, if he was working in a morgue and got a metric fuckton of bodies to deal with, tense would be the nice way of describing Jasper. Stepping politely inside, he knocked at the wall as he closed the door behind him, hoping to get her attention. "Sorry if I'm interruptin' you at all, ma'am, but could I have a moment?"
In theory, Erin had an office. She just never used it. For whatever reason, she'd always just brought her laptop around with her and done all her paperwork in the morgue. She worked just fine there, and she had found that people would think twice about whether or not they really had to ask her a question if they had to enter the morgue itself to do so. Every possible questioner had to first ask themselves, "Is it worth being in the same room as dead bodies? What if I walk in mid-autopsy?" Six times out of ten, the answer was "Aw fuck it, I'll e-mail her." It was a system that worked beautifully for Erin.
She didn't hear the knock on the door, having the hose going as she cleaned off the autopsy table. She saw the door open in her peripheral vision, and she killed the hose and raised her head. Oh hey, she knew that guy. He'd come to kill demons! He was a cop, if she remembered correctly.
Oh, fuck. A cop.
"Oh, no," she warned, raising a hand to point at him. "Just so you know, if you have a body bag behind you, I will strangle you. Is that okay with you?"
Now that she turned her face in his direction, Jasper recognized her a bit more, too. Wasn't she...? Yes! The girl who started the demon hunting thing. The one where he was ready to take Jameson's cane and whack him over the head with it due to scaring him shitless once again. Brothers were good like that. And as much as he wanted to kick back and shoot the shit in that respects, there were more important matters to attend to. Like the fact she promised to choke a bitch if he had a body bag with him. Aha, good to know exactly how tense she was.
And in an instant, Jasper threw his hand up in the air in defeat, blue eyes wide before he let out a slight chuckle to ease the tension. "No bag on me, I swear. And if I did have one, it be for one of them vampire idiots runnin' around here." Dropping his hands back down, he slowly walked on towards the woman. "Here to see what's goin' on with the bodies ya got on ya now. That is, if I ain't buttin' into anything of yours at all, miss...?" Her name was on the tip of his tongue. Really now, he should have remembered it.
Erin gave a sheepish smile, which eventually turned into a full grin. "Sorry," she offered, hanging the hose up and pulling her gloves off. "Forsythe," she reminded. "Call me Erin. I've totally forgotten your name." Yeah, no use hiding around that. She tried to mentally justify it with the knowledge that she had met him (or she thought it was him) on a day where she met a few dozen people for the first time and everybody was out to catch them some demon! "Was there anyone specific you wanted to check on?"
Aha, she did remember! That put a smile on the blonde's face. Who would have that the quirky girl holding the demon hunting parties was also the medical examiner? Then again, most people back home laughed at the idea of Jasper becoming a cop, so it all worked out in the end. "Erin," he repeated her name with a polite nod of his head. "Pleased to meet ya. Name's Jasper McQueen, but no worries. I'm sure ya got better stuff to remember than my name." And then there was her question, to which he inhaled a deep breath and exhaled roughly. "The recent murders - the ones linked to the blood drainin'. Mind if I take a look?" Or a touch, if that was fine by her. Then again, he wasn't sure if he was in a good enough mood to explain why he wanted to cope a feel with a dead body. Jameson was somewhere laughing his ass off right now, he was sure of it.
"We can do that," Erin agreed, pulling on a fresh pair of gloves as she went to the chambers to retrieve a body. "This one's post autopsy," she warned, carefully pulling the slab out. "One of four frat brothers that went at the same time. Definitely not a hunter job. Two distinct puncture marks on each body. A were picked up the scent in the woods and stumbled across several buried bodies. No trace of the vamp in question, though they certainly died elsewhere."
Jasper stayed close to Erin, watching her carefully as she unveiled one of the corpses. Geez, he really didn't want to see the other three frat brother if it was this bad. His eyes scanned the body while he listened to her bit of information, noticing the puncture wounds. "Hope it ain't a hunter job at all. That'd make my job a helluva lot more complicated." Still, there was someone out there randomly feeding upon innocent humans and killing them. Jasper didn't approve. "Ya'd think that with all the blood banks opened and that vampire bar up there, they'd all be happy," he sighed out while stepping closer to the body, taking a closer look at the bite marks. "Guess not." He didn't understand this mentality one bit. There were easier ways to obtain a meal as a vampire and apparently the hardest and most dangerous way was more appealing. Lovely. "Uh... would it be alright if I poke around?" Jasper asked sheepishly, not really sure how to put it. "Ya know, without the condoms over my hands?"
"I'd say it's a pleasure killing," Erin replied, as matter-of-fact as could be. "Even if you're starving to death, four is excessive. And this guy's in the best shape out of all of them. Massive trauma to some, and they're not all entirely drained. If it was purely for the, ah, nutritional value..." Erin shook her head. "Does not compute, man." She'd been thinking on heading over to Heme some night and poking around. Expanding her vampire knowledge, so to say. Now it was a little too dangerous to do so, but you could bet Erin would take the first available chance to do so.
His question surprised her, and even if she approved of the hysterical wording, she raised an eyebrow. "Tell me why."
Four was massively excessive. Wasn't one enough? Was there like a vampire's version of Thanksgiving going on that he was unaware of, because why else would someone stuff their faces like that? Again, dumb vampires were dumb. "If I was a vampire and needed some nutritional value, I'd like to think I'd be goin' after someone a bit smarter than a frat kid." Granted, Jasper never went to college, so who knew, maybe frat boys were better than the stereotypes, but uh... still. The hell?! But sadly he couldn't laugh with her about the exact nutrition value of certain types, for now she was questioning why he was so eager to touch the body. Aw balls, here we go... Swallowing hard, he ran a gloved hand through his blonde hair, flicking a few damp pieces off of his face that were sticking too much for his liking, and then replied after hesitating, "I just... well... sometimes if I touch somethin', I get a bit more info on the object, like this here body, for instance." Jasper shrugged his shoulders, hoping Erin would bust out laughing at him. "I swear I'm not some creep with a dead body fetish or something." Oh yeah, like that made it any better.
What. The. Actual. Fuck. Erin stared at Jasper, feeling her brain go dumb and numb all in one instant. This kind of thing did not happen in real life. It happened in Disney movies and soap operas. Just, no. The world did not work that way. She blinked at him for a moment, shocked, before finally her brain took over and she blurted the first words to come to mind out. "No! That is a bad idea! You will hate what you see, and it will keep you up at night, and you will never erase the memory of the killer's face - and even if you were lucky enough to find them? They'd throw the case out. Because psychic touchy flashes are not evidence, and you'll drive yourself crazy trying to figure out how you can actually prove what you've seen! It's a bad touch, okay?" Oops.
For a moment, he was ready to brace himself for a lecture about how weird he was... but then he got that. And that happened to be way faster than the poor southern boy could comprehend. Good lord, this girl could talk! Something about how this was a bad idea and how he'd go crazy and it was pointless and- wait a damn minute. How does SHE know all of this?! Jasper stood there, dumbfounded while he stared at her, wondering if he should have asked her why she was so knowledgeable in this touchy stuff or tell her 'Hey! I've already seen some pretty messed up stuff that's scarred me for life. I think I can handle this.' Though in actuality, he couldn't. Jasper was still a baby when it came to getting used to his abilities. And thus he settled with the following, "...wait, you know about the touchy-flashy thing, too?" Was there a memo Jasper missed? A meeting he slept through? Really, why wasn't he up to speed on this crap!?
Oh God, it was like the parent trap on acid. Erin actually facepalmed, and why yes, she was wearing corpse!glove as she did. Nope, didn't bother her a bit. "Dude, I don't know if you're new to the club, but I've been a touch-know since birth. You do not want, okay? At all. Take my fucking word for it," Erin urged, looking up at him again. Dammit, something was on her glasses. She sighed and yanked those off. "You can't use anything you see. Believe me."
Was this a joke? Because seriously, what the hell were the chances of bumping into ANOTHER clairsentient? Jasper was pretty damn sure he was the only loser with such a curse and dreaded it. And yes, he was new to the club and apparently there was an etiquette book that he was unaware of. He had used his powers back in Atlanta to get a lead on some cases, but apparently touching dead bodies was off limits. As he stood there in some awkward silence for a second, he eventually broke out into a chuckle and shook his head. "Dear lord, did I hear that right? Since birth? Wait, then that makes you... shit." Now Jasper was the one facepalming, letting out a massive sigh. "Yup, that's me. New to the club. Got my fancy membership card back home and all." That said, he took a step back and looked apologetically in Erin's direction. "My bad, thought if it helped out in the field, it might help back here." So much for getting a lead on the killer.
Erin really wanted to facepalm. Why did she feel bad for sort of possibly yelling at the baby psychic? Oh yeah, she'd never met a baby psychic before, and was kind of in shock. "It's not that," she sighed. "If it was that easy, don't you think I'd do that with every case? They don't let you use what you see." They being, well, the authorities. His people, apparently. "You can't prove you saw it. I can't prove I see it. So even if you touch this poor bastard, and get an A+ view of the killer at all angles... you still have to find other means to prove guilt. Psychic testimony doesn't hold up here, and if you try to talk people into it you'll get a really long, really uncomfortable lecture on ethics. If you look, you may know who to go find, but you still have to build up an entire case without using any of what you've seen. Like I could touch this guy and tell you exactly how he died, but I still have to conduct the autopsy to prove it. It's..." Complicated? Frustrating? An internal argument of ethics that would keep you awake nights at a time? "A pain in the fucking ass." Yeah, that.
Jasper was familiar with having to have a solid case before rushing into something blind and while he wasn't going to go running back to the police department yelling, 'HEY GUYS, GUESS WHAT,' he at least figured it was better than nothing. Perhaps a glimpse of the area where the scene took place, then go from there. Either way, it was going to take time, and Jasper knew that all too well, sadly. None of these killers were going to be found overnight, psychic powers or not. "That kinda sums that all up in a nutshell. The touching thing, that is." Seriously, he didn't enjoy getting glimpses of whatever whenever he was being hands on. Didn't help when his brother was around either. "I apologize, though, Erin. Didn't mean to be wasting your time with the newbie." Seriously, this was a bit embarrassing for Jasper. He had been a cop for how long and knew the drill with gathering information, yet fucked this one up. So much for thinking outside the box. "I guess I'll just... wait, you're... used to this? You said since birth? How do ya even...?" Jasper would have been dead by age five.
"I didn't mean, like... shit." Erin sighed, and finally pulled her gloves off to rub her temples. "You can if you want. I just... dude, you put me into fucking shock." Seriously. What were the fucking odds? "I didn't mean to sound like I was..." She gestured lamely between them, feeling all of two inches tall right now. "Lecturing you, or belittling you, or any of that. Shock. Yes, shock." Great word, that. "I have never met someone 'new to the club'. That was my joke guess. I'm sorry."
She looked up at him again and blinked, waiting for him to finish that sentence. "How do I what?"
Who would have ever suspected the joke guess was in fact the truth? Then again, Jasper wasn't expecting the freaking medical examiner to be a touch-know like himself. Did that mean there were more people like himself out there, too?! Shock was the word of the day, definitely. Brought to you by the letters W, T, and F. And as embarrassed as Jasper was, he wasn't going to let Erin feel bad, too. "No no no, don't worry. Really." Besides, she was the queen bitch when it came to this department. She had nothing to feel bad about in his mind. And with that out of the way, he could finally ask her and not feel like a total ass about it. "Pardon my language-" It was cute, like he didn't even realize Erin was cursing like a sailor as it was. "-but just how the fuck do ya even keep that in check for... I'm not even gonna guess how old ya are, but far more than I have. How do ya do it?!"
Erin let out a soft, surprised laugh, and reminded herself to breathe. Too fucking weird. "I was born with it, dude," she pointed out. "It was never weird to me. I learn the tricks, and, fuck, I don't know. My personality suits it, I guess. I hear in all these online support groups about how much people hate it, but I don't hate mine. It's who I am." Yes, it made for some awkward moments, but it helped make her a good actress who was hard to rattle. Upsides to everything. "How did you... I mean. I've never heard of someone who wasn't born with it? How did that happen? How long ago?"
Well, that... um, sort of answered his question. Then again, he supposed if he was born with such an ability, he would be used to it, too. And it actually did fit Erin quite well. Her appearance and personality were both quirky and strong, so might as well have some odd psychic ability. As for Jasper, he was 100% vanilla human up until the car accident. Oh god, now she was asking him about it. He really hope she didn't just reach out and grab his arm or something in hopes to get a glimpse if he hesitated. Oh god, could she search for specific things?! Like Jasper would ever know. She was the master here, not him. Parting his lips, he hesitated at first with answering, knowing the entire story was one he didn't want to retell to anyone, but quickly went with the short, short, short version. "Car accident. Drove right off an overpass bridge. Had some severe head trauma and ever since then, been like this. Been about... three or four years now, I reckon. Lost track of time." He had plenty reason to, as well. That was a memory he wanted erased forever.
Erin realized her own questions had crossed the line a moment too late, and winced sympathetically. "Sorry," she said. "You know, you can tell me to, like, fuck off. I'm just... fascinated." Which was usually the case with Erin after shock wore off. She wanted to know everything - which was a good chunk of why her ability worked so well for her. Of course, she had her own personally crafted set of ethics. Said ethics meant she would never just grab onto the guy and get her own answers. "So you've never met another touch-know? How did you not lose your shit?"
"Don't be sorry, it's quite alright." Again with the whole southern gentleman thing. Yeah, he could flip Erin off and walk out the door - hell, if she was a dude, he would have done that a while ago - but she was a lady. Yes, a lady that swore probably more than he did and played Batman whenever demons were around. She had boobs, ok? She was a lady! Therefore, she was getting nothing but 110% of Jasper's respect. "To be honest, this is kinda... a relief?" Oh wow! A word that wasn't shock! "Knowing I'm not alone. Seriously thought it was just me with the touchy nonsense." Then he broke out into laughter, truly amused at her last question. Oh boy, where to start... "Hey now, I never said I wasn't losing my shit! My first full blown experience sucked, not gonna lie. Kinda scared the shit outta me, ya know? Just tried to keep it in check with gloves or something, but... it's been outta control lately. Like, even with the gloves. Ever had that happen to ya?"
Erin frowned at the thought. "Sometimes," she admitted. "But mine's kind of strong. Any physical touch does it. Like, anything on my skin? If it's having a particularly strong day I'll try doubling up on the gloves or something." But holy shit this was amazing. She had a million and one fucking questions. "How long do yours last? Are they specific, or most recent experience?"
Funny how a crime investigation turned into a psychic pow-wow at the morgue. Jasper was waiting for them to sit down, crack open to soda and popcorn, and go at it all day. Actually, he didn't mind. Sure, he'd probably be late going home and Jameson would give him the typical 'the fuck, man?!' look, but totally worth it. "Oh dear lord, it's almost instant the second I touch somethin'. Depends on how strong whatever was goin' on, ya know? Doorknobs usually gimme quick flashes and go away when I let go, but I'm sure if I touched... oh, I dunno, that table-" He gestured over to the autopsy table with his chin. "-I'd probably give myself the willies for a couple of days. Would leave some kinda imprint even when I pull back." He remembered how when he held Elsie that one and only time and how he was stunned for hours due to the images slowly, fading away. "Guess it's just more recent stuff? I can never tell. Though if my brother is around? Shit, it's like readin' War and Peace in five seconds. I fuckin' hate it. He thinks it's hilarious, though." Especially those mornings after a one night stand? Yeah, fuck you, Jameson, he was NOT touching anything on his side of the condo.
Erin was growing more and more excited by the second. Sure, she was lucky: this was nowhere near her first encounter with another touch-know. Her parents had been very supportive as a child and gone on the look-out for someone with the ability to talk to her about it, and then she'd found internet groups later on. But, still! Amazing! "That's like me with my family. I get lots of glimpses of anything big that's happened since I last saw them. There were never any secrets in my house." And it would have been prime conditions for one of her siblings to resent the hell out of her, but she really lucked out.
Jasper could sort of tell that Erin was excited from the look on her face. Something glimmering in her eyes. That made him feel far better and he could even feel his own tension dying down. Seriously, was there a mini fridge with soda in it? They could do this all day. "Sounds like ya got yourself a close family there. My brother and I are like the same person, so there's really nothin' new when it comes to the touchy stuff. Just unsettlin' to get my news update from that instead of his mouth. 'Oh yeah, by the way' is said at least ten times a day." Then he paused and made a face. "You meet him, right? At the whole demon killin' extravaganza." Jasper smirked while raising his eyebrows. "You did good in the 'let's choke us a bitch' department. Sign us up for the next round for sure."
Erin was ready to put the corpse away and wheel up a chair herself. On one hand, it could have been rude - he'd wanted to touch the body, and she'd let him if he still wanted to. On the other... holy shit, touch-know conference! "I did," she grinned. "Thanks. But hopefully we won't need a next round." Probably would, though, and if they did... well, they'd be ready. "So is yours in just your hands?"
Right then, Jasper didn't care about the body anymore. Erin could do what she pleased with it. No sense in going against a lady's request and all. Had she been a dude, Jasper would have flipped Erin off, touched the body, and then be on his merry way. Oh, the wonder of boobs. "Wishful thinking, but let's hope," he responded about the demons. Every week seemed to have something horrible attached to it, whether it was demons or crazed vampires. Who knew what would happen in the weeks to come, but Jasper was there with his twin by his side. But no need to worry about that. Back onto the topic of the touch-know business. "Eh, for the most part it is. Sometimes it goes on up my arms a bit, but mostly in the hands. I like to keep some gloves and a jacket on just to be safe, ya know? Why, can it be more than just the hands?" Oh god, he really didn't want to know, but now he went off and asked. And if the answer was yes, then that sucked on so many levels.
Erin couldn't help it. She laughed. Just fucking laughed. Could it be more than just the hands? Oh, hell. She grinned and shook her head as she pushed the drawer back in and nodded to a pair of chairs near the wall. Yeah, they were gonna be here a while. "Every inch of my skin," she confirmed, as she headed over and plunked down. "It wasn't like that when I was a kid. It seemed to get stronger as I got older." Not that she wanted to scare the guy, but hey! If he was a newbie, maybe he'd realize it could be a lot worse!
...seriously? Every. Inch. Of. Her. Skin. Wooooooow. Yeah, Jasper got the short end of the stick in that regards and was damn well happy for it now! He kind of stood there stunned for a second when Erin made herself more comfortable and after blinking his eyes a couple times, he shook his head and strolled on over to join her. "Excuse me for being blunt, but holy shit, that has to make a lot of interactions complicated as fuck." He really didn't want to know how sex was even remotely possi- OH FUCK, NO. DON'T THINK ABOUT IT.Taking a seat next to Erin, he sighed out a soft chuckle. "Well, here's hopin' that doesn't happen with me. Ya actually made me thankful for what I have, so props to you for that!" Oh man, he was going to have to tell Jameson this. His twin was going to laugh for an entire week over that and tell Jasper, 'Dude! That'd be awesome if you could do that!' "Actually, don't know what I'd do if it kept gettin' stronger over time. There's really no way in controllin' it except don't be touchin' shit."
Erin laughed again. A lot. Because she knew his mind had just went to the exact damn place everyone else's always did when they found out. If they found out. She didn't tell most people - it'd simply weird them out too much. Her family knew, and Chloe - duh. Chloe was family. "I'm very fortunate not to be a jealous person," she replied, deciding that was the best, subtle affirmation. Sometimes it made things better, a fucking lot more intense, but that was probably not something this poor southern boy wanted to hear about. It wasn't exactly first-meeting conversation. "I kind of embraced it," she shrugged it off. "My parents were ready for it to pop up in one of us kids, and when they saw it in me they were supportive. I guess I grew up with a healthy view of it, and I always wanted to view it as an advantage rather than a hindrance. And you learn tricks as you go. How to avoid little touches without anyone thinking something's wrong with you. Or at least, how to act, and pretend you didn't just see the guy whose hand you just shook taking a dump that morning and not washing his hands after."
Definitely not first-meeting conversation. Maybe on the third meet and booze was mandatory. Though pushing that thought way out of his mind, he focused on what Erin had to say, like the little tips she gave. Jasper felt like a toddler in comparison to her, still trying to figure out how to walk and not fall on his ass every other second. "Oh shit, YOU TOO?!" His eyes lit up at the mention of the epic loser and the epic dump he took. Jasper had a similar experience and he was glad he wasn't the only one. "I mean, no pun intend, but... shit!" He laughed that one off pretty hard before looking back to her. "I can't even begin to tell ya how much better I feel knowin' I'm not the only one. You're an angel, Erin." Jasper kept that smile on his face - the charming, southern one. "At least I know who to go to when I need to be bitchin' about stuff like that." There was a pause, a tilt of his head, and he added, "Hopefully ya don't mind."
Her face lit up in a bright grin, and laughed loudly. "First time I've ever been called that, I think," Erin replied, but it wasn't unappreciated. If she'd felt alone in it the whole time she'd probably feel the same way about him. As it was, she was pretty fuckin' psyched to meet him. "Are you kidding?" she asked him, surprised at the comment. She reached to grab her bag off the counter, and after a little rooting around, produced her card. "Shouldn't have any weird associations with it," she joked as she offered it in his direction. Oh man, someone to joke about that kind of shit with!
Jasper chuckled some more while taking the card in hand, acting suspicious on purpose. "Ya sure now? I'm not going to touch this by accident and get Rick Roll'd or somethin' am I?" Holy crap, could they do that?! Still laughing, Jasper shook his head and looked it over. "Thanks, though. Sounds like we might best be needin' a bar or somethin' to continue on this little chat of ours. Shit, doesn't even have to be touchy-knowy related." Just being able to talk with someone who wasn't Jameson was a plus. And holy crap, when was the last time he talked to a girl like this so casually? It was like she was one of the guys. That and he had a gut feeling that she was a good person to trust. Both with the psychic abilities and the fact he was a detective. Apparently medical examiners were good like that. "I don't have me some fancy card, but here," Jasper pulled a pen out from inside his jacket and paused to look around and find something to write on. "Hmm... I'd say I'd write on ya, but I don't think ya be needin' to know my random oral fixation habit with this cap."
"A bar sounds good," Erin confirmed. "Fuck, after this week? A bar sounds required, really fuckin' soon." She'd been fully intending to hit Chloe up for that one. Suddenly, this was just as important. Erin smirked at his comments, snickering as she dug through her bag again. "You sure? I could tell you where the ink came from. It might be educational." Okay, that probably wouldn't happen. Shit that strong was once in a blue moon, but when it did happen it was one hell of a party trick. She pulled out a pad of paper though, offering that to him to be on the safe side. Hopefully he wouldn't get flashes of all her note-taking. Some of them were standard work-related comments. Some of them were more 'sick fuck needs to die in a fire, choking on his own junk.' At least he'd probably understand that.
An amused snort came from Jasper when she mentioned the bar, a slight smirk forming on his lips. "I like the way you're thinkin'. Might have to revoke that halo of yours and trade it in for devil horns, but I'm likin' this!" And bar shenanigans were always good times with either of the McQueens. If they could do that for a living, they'd be doing that forever. He even laughed at the mention of the ink and took the the notepad in hand, definitely catching a glimpse of some of the comments scribbled in there. Ok, there was no passing up on this one. "Oh, so I see ya knew Larry, too? I don't think he ever did die in that fire," he joked around while scribbling both his home phone and cellphone number on the pad, handing it back to Erin. "Feel free to call and don't be weirded out if my brother picks up the home phone instead of myself. He might even pretend to be me for shits and giggles. Ya know how siblings are."
Erin grinned wildly. Her mood from twenty minutes ago temporarily forgotten, along with all the crazy shit happening outside the safety of her morgue. This was a definite mood restorer. "Dude, I don't have a twin, but I have glamour. My older sister and I used it to go as each other for Halloween one year. Fucked my brother's shit all kinds of up. I can't imagine living with that twenty-four seven." Also, how in the hell was Scarlet Oak's female population holding up with two of them? Jayzuz.
Wait... glamour magic? Sure, he had heard of it, especially in the wake of the whole supernatural thing, but he never knew anyone who used that. Well, now he did! And also someone who was clairsentient. Did Christmas come early or some shit? "Oh, that's rich. I can't picture how you live with the touchy stuff and you can't picture livin' with a twin!" Jasper cracked up. Oh, Erin. Such an amazing oddball of hilarity. She was a keeper. "He's like my other half, Jamie. I couldn't live without him even if I tried. A bit louder than me and definitely the instigator, though I like to take credit for comin' up with half the shit we do. It's how we McQueens roll. Ya might not have a twin, but ya got family, right? That's somethin'. Always there for ya and not goin' anywhere. Just stuck with 'em for life."
Erin was still all grins. She liked this guy, and her thought on him mirroring his own: he was a keeper. "A sister and a brother, plus my parents. We're all really close. Whole family works with the funeral home in one way or another, even if it's just providing flowers. I remember when you and your brother came to town, we know most all the other uniforms in town." And that was no exaggeration on her part. Forsythes had the hook-up.
Jasper let out a sharp whistle. "The whole damn family? Really? Well, guess if someone fucks with one of y'all, then the rest just come bustin' the door down, right?" Oh dear god, Scarlet Oak had to thank god on a daily basis that the McQueen twins were just that and not some huge ass extended family. "Oh! I see how it is, ya know me by association or whatever." Jasper laughed some more before giving Erin a playful look," Stalker!" Then he instantly shook his head and added on, "Naw, glad to hear word is goin' 'round to the people that matter. Just doin' our job, ya know? Same with you and all this." He motioned to the entire morgue, which... didn't seem as thrilling as undercover work, but hey, she was the one with all the need to know info. Jasper was more than happy to have her under his belt... up his sleeve. Something like that. The latter sounded way less kinky.