Just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean their not out to get me

Who: Jeri and Kavin
Where: Kavin's House
When: Afternoon

Kavin managed to get a bit of sleep, thankfully. He didn't wake up til shortly after one. His legs were tangled up in Jeri's and he did his best to not wake her as he untwined himself. He needed a shower and he needed to gather up his weapons and take them to his parents house before the party. Not to mention going out and getting some booze. And shaving sometime before the evening.

The problem wasn't that he disturbed her, it was the absence of him that woke Jeri up in the muzzy, dull-witted sort of way. "Mph. No. Too early. Come back?" The fact that she was able to form coherent sentences at all was something to be proud of, honestly, and she didn't bother brushing away a lock of hair that had fallen in front of her face. "Coffee?"

He gave her a still half sleepy smile as he padded bare footed back to the bed and climbed back in again, arms moving around her body. Since she hadn't pulled the hair away, he did that himself. "Didn't mean to wake you." he told her, kissing her cheek and then her forehead. "Got a bunch of crap to do today, figured I'd get started."

"I'll help." Jeri mumbled drowsily, and sat up. Well, managed to make it to her elbows and propped herself up on them before she squinted at Kavin. She shook her head to hopefully clear it, and it helped wake her up a little more. "'m glasses? Can you see them?"

He laughed lightly and nodded, leaning over to snag them off the side table and hand them to her. "There ya go." he said with a smile. "I was wondering why you mentioned I was hot so much last night. You couldn't even see me." Kavin teased.

Jer muttered something rather unbecoming to a lady (so it was a good thing she didn't hold that title) about having to wake up at all and collapsed back into the pillow before she forced her head up again and started for the edge of the bed. "What do you need help doing? Also, pajamas are my costume for the party now."

"Well you don't have to get up." he told her, sliding himself out of bed. "First... I need a shower, so... if you wouldn't mind... help me take this bandage off so I can do that?" he asked. "I feel disgusting and I need a bath before the party. I gotta go through the house and round up the knives and shit to take to my parents and I need to pick up booze and some food. And shave..." he muttered as he rubbed his chin.

"Shaving is for non-pirates." Jer said dismissively, as if that were the answer to everything. She didn't explain the pirate comment. Instead, she set about helping Kavin take off the bandages on his chest, and she visible winced when she saw the damage proper. "Jesus."

Kavin frowned a little and winced himself when she pulled the bandages away. "Yeah... hurts like a bitch." he sighed, turning his body so he could see the wound in the mirror attacked to his dresser. "Looks fucking hideous." he muttered.

Jeri nodded. "Do you have a first aid kid? We should probably wrap those again after you shower, or at least goo them with antiseptic goo or something. Where the hell did these come from? Mini werewolf?" She poked at the little scritches and nicks in his skin that weren't werewolf slashes.

"Ow." he said, his face taking on a slightly pained expression. "Hell if I know. You probably. All that hot sex we had last night." he teased, a little smirk flickering across his face. "I got a first aid kit. And plenty of antiseptic." he promised. "Gonna help me re-bandage? Be my nurse?"

Jer gave him a look over her glasses, with a smirk. "Darling, if we had hot sex last night that caused you injury, you wouldn't forget it." She slid her glasses back up her nose and the smirk turned into a smile. "I'll help you out, though, yes."

He smiled. "It's actually from the cat I rescued from Skye's basement after it got chased down there by a werewolf. I don't think he was very happy. Like at all and he latched onto anything that he could possibly grab. But... yeah, shower time and re-bandaging and then I can start on everything else that needs to get done.

Jeri looked at him with wide eyes, and then kissed him soundly. "I like cats." She nodded, pleased with him. Yeah, he could go out and battle the werewolf threat. But saving a cat? That was, apparently, something special. Or maybe she was just more capable of working with 'saved a cat' than 'killed a werewolf'. "You poor thing. But you saved it. You're awesome."

Kavin raised a brow and shook his head. "I'm awesome because I saved a cat?" he questioned with a little laugh. "Yeah okay. Thanks." He grinned and leaned in to give her a soft little kiss. "I'm gonna get a shower. You make yourself at home til I get out, yeah?"

"Sure." She nodded. "I'mma go make pancakes." She ran a hand through her hair and yawned, and started padding her way towards the kitchen.

He took his shower. Or more appropriately, his raining death wash. Water and werewolf wounds just didn't seem to work well together. And soap? Kavin decided by the end of his shower that he hated soap. No matter how hard he tried to keep the suds away from the wound, he seemed to constantly be wincing when some got in them anyway. He was thankful when he finally got clean and headed out to the kitchen in a pair of boxers, covering his mouth as he let out a yawn.

Jer had found pancake mix, which wasn't as good as pancakes from scratch, of course, but they were easy and she was sleepy, and she was mixing the batter together while the frying pan on the stove heated up. "How many do ya want?" She had considered making some sort of berry syrup, but rejected the idea when she searched his freezer for frozen fruit. Poor guy didn't know how to grocery shop.

"Surprise me." he said as he plopped himself down at the kitchen table, leaning back in his seat and glancing down to inspect his wounds. He'd get her to help him re-bandage them in a bit, but right now, they needed some air.

Nodding, she poured the batter into the frying pan, then wandered over to the table to sit down while it cooked. Then Jeri eyed his chest - it looked red, raw, and painful. "You've taken to washing with sand and salt now?"

"Taken to mutilating myself with soap apparently." he sighed. "The harder I try not to get soap in it, the more I ended up getting." he frowned, shaking his head.

Jeri decided now was not the time to point and laugh, in spite of the fact she wanted too. "So who bandaged you up last night?" She got up to check on the pancake, and flipped it over before coming back and sitting down again.

"Dr. Marsh. Peyton's dad." Kavin told her. "I wasn't about to tell him no, so he did it before they left the hospital. "Hopefully you're good at bandaging because I know I suck at doing it ones like this."

Jeri laughed. "I think that's because it's on you. And I don't usually go around bandaging people, but I could give it a shot. Maybe tomorrow or the next day, when shit calms down, just to get it checked out. Y'know, in case of infection and whatever."

"I doubt it gets infected." he told her. "I got enough soap in the shit to stop the germs. I'll let it breathe for a little bit and after breakfast if you'll help me bandage it up, should be good til tonight."

"Okay, but if you start turning into a zombie I'm going to say 'I told you so'." Jer nodded, then got up again and went to the stove. A couple moments later, and Kavin had a pancake in front of him, so fresh from the stove little visible wisps of steam were coming from it. She poured more batter into the frying pan. "And then get out of Dodge, 'cause you know that zombies in Marquette are just something everyone's waiting for."

Kavin shook his head. "You'd just bail on me like that? Thanks baby." he said with a little laugh. He got up from the table long enough to walk over to the fridge. "You want some OJ?" he asked as he pulled the carton out and grabbed a couple glasses.

"A little glass. My bloodsugar's going to be royally screwed up as it is, considering I skipped both breakfast, my workout, and my lunch is gonna be late." She shook her head, barely remembering stumbling out of bed long enough to do her test and injection this morning, for that matter, though she did know she did it.

He nodded and poured her a little glass, setting it down on the table and then did the same with his own before plopping back down in his chair. "Sorry I kept you up all night and threw your... stuff outta whack." he told her.

"Blood sugar, hun. You can say it." She laughed, and shrugged. "It'll get back to normal. It always does eventually. As for my precious, precious sleep pattern - well, I'll get revenge on you, don't you worry about that." And she wandered over to flip the second pancake before she came back yet again. "Maybe with french toast at six in the morning some day, something like that."

"You're going to kill me with your earlybirdness." he teased. "But I'd say french toast in the morning is a lot better than werewolves at night. I think I'd be getting off easy."

"Mwahaha. I'm so evil." Jer agreed happily. "Eat your pancake."

Kavin smiled a little, taking a bite of the pancake. "Mmm. See, sometimes I forget why I keep you around. Then you feed me something else." he chuckled. "And it all comes back to me.

"I knew it. You only like me for my cooking." Jeri sighed theatrically, then paused. "And my boobs. You liked those last night."

A blush moved across his cheeks and down his neck as he glanced down at the pancake before him. "That's so not fair." he told her. "Bringing it up deliberately like that. See, I could be really mean and talk about how bad you blushed when you told me you wanted to get birth control because I get you so hot and bothered."

"I will get over it because it's probably something we should discuss at some point, just because I don't have any objections to sleeping with you." Jeri got up and went to fetch the second pancake, which she brought over and put on his plate. "In fact, I think it would be oodles of fun and I look forward to the experience."

Kavin blinked and looked up at her. One eyebrow arched and he shook his head. "What?" he questioned. "I... don't even know how to respond to that."

"You could try looking somewhat less offended." Jer said dryly, wandering back to the stove and setting up yet another pancake - though this one was for her. "I only meant that I'd like to sleep with you at some point in the future, preferably sooner rather than later. But if you don't want too, that's cool."

"I'm not offended." he said, shaking his head as if that were the craziest idea ever. "I just... I don't know. Didn't expect you to be like 'hey, Kavin, let's have sex'. And I know you didn't exactly say that but... sorta... I don't know..."

"I don't mean today! I want to be on birth control first. I don't suppose you have any sugar-free syrup here?" Jeri asked hopefully, but sincerely doubted it. Kavin didn't have to watch everything he ate, after all. "Anyway, yeah. You got the idea in my head last night, so it's your damn fault."

He shook his head. "No, don't think so." he said with a little frown, but then his attention was on how she faulted him for the condom conversation. "How exactly is it my fault that you want to have sex with me?"

"You're too damn smexy." Jeri waved the spatula at him. "Your own damn fault."

Kavin raised a brow at her. "No, actually, it's my parents fault because they gave me the genes." he said with a little smile moving across his face. "And if you were on birth control, you so woulda slept with me last night." he said matter-of-factly as he took a bite of his pancake.

Jeri tilted her head, looking thoughtful, then nodded slowly. "Probably," she agreed, "though I might've waited until there weren't bandages on you. And sleep was had. Never know. Never will know, since that time's done now." She flipped her pancake over to let the other side cook. "I guess it would've depended on exact circumstances."

"Oh whatever. Bandaged or not, you sooo wanted me." he teased. Well, half teased. He was pretty sure she wanted him just as bad as he wanted her.

"Yes, that's true." Jeri nodded, completely agreeing, and putting her pancake on a plate. She used a little jam instead of syrup on hers, though. "I also don't want to cause you more physical injury though, besides the occasional poking of the wounds."

"So you don't mind poking my wounds, but you don't want to sleep with me for fear of hurting them? Yeah okay." he chuckled, taking a couple more bites of his food.

"I'm a girl, I'm allowed to be weird!" Jeri declared, and started munching on her pancake while another one cooked.

"It's not even weird." Kavin said. "It's confusing. But I guess since you're a girl, you're allowed to be that too? Since I'm a guy, what am I allowed to do? Watch porn, play video games and piss standing up?"

"Girls can pee standing up." Jer grinned at him. "But guys are allowed to be confusing and weird too. Just in a different way from girls. And I want to play video games, too. It's fun. You can only watch so much porn before it gets boring, though."

"I don't ever want to see a girl pee standing up cuz that's just... weird." he said with a shake of his head. "And we'll have to play sometime then." he smiled. "As for porn... it does get boring. Guess we'll just have to act out our own." he teased.

"Okay." Jeri, agreeable as ever, finished her pancake.

"Keep giving me answers like that and I'm going to drive you to the doctor myself like... Monday. If I can wait that long." he said, obviously teasing as he took another bite of his food.

Jeri grinned brilliantly at him. Thanks to braces for most of her life since she turned nine, she had very straight teeth indeed. "Tell you what. Monday, we'll get your battlescars checked out and I'll get birth control at the same time."

Kavin made a face. "I don't wanna go to the doctor." he muttered, glancing down at his plate. "You sound like my mother wanting me to go to get this stuff looked at. A doctor already looked at it. Can't that be enough?"

She shook her head. "No, because I will fret. If it turns even slightly more red, I'll be all 'infection oh-em-gee!' and drag you anyway, so you might as well come, relieve my worries, and relieve your mom's worries, and all will be right with the world as much as it can be."

"You're my girlfriend. You're supposed to be on my side, not like... agreeing with my mom. God." he sighed, though there wasn't really all that much annoyance behind it. "Fine. I'll get it looked at. Monday."

"And since you're so awesome, I will get that birth control on Monday - assuming my doctor lets me." Jeri said happily. "More pancake?"

He shook his head. "Nah, thanks." he said. He thought for a moment then looked back up at her. "So... if you're getting birth control on Monday... how long after that til we... like... well you know?" he asked. "Not that it matters. Just... wondering." he said quickly.

"Hell if I know. Something to ask said doctor, I guess. But I'm not getting the pill." She frowned. "I take enough medication in the morning. Maybe I'll get one of those implant things and be a little bit like a cyborg." Apparently the idea was awesome, because it perked her right up.

"Yeah... okay. I have no idea what you're talking about, but yeah. Do what you gotta do I guess." Kavin said, glancing up at her and giving her a little smile.

"So." She scratched her nose. "Did you want to tell your mom this morning? Or do you want to put it off some more?"

"We can tell her. I gotta go over there after I collect all the pointy shit around the house and drop it off. It's less likely to get fucked around with if it's not here ya know. So it goes into the attic at my parents til after the party is over."

Jer grinned. "How much pointy shit do you have around the house, anyway? I mean, I have a couple swords on my wall, but that's just because they look good. Is this the same amount that gets reported on the news after a police raid?"

"This is the type of shit that I can do this." he told her, not even moving from the table. He reached beneath it to snag a small knife that was taped beneath it. "No matter where I'm at." he told her, setting the knife down and getting up, walking towards the kitchen and pulling a drawer open. He lifted the drawer enough to get it out of it's socket and grab the knife taped behind it. "I'm armed. Even if I'm not."

Jer only blinked for a moment. "...right, so. You try pulling anything sharp and pointy on me in bed, and I will make you eat it. Let's just get that in the open right now. Um. Do you keep these in here for the bad cooks that wander through?"

"I keep these here, there... everywhere really." he shrugged. "When you spend your life getting rid of bad things, some of those bad things come back on you. If they do... I like being ready is all. Don't you feel a little safer knowing that nothing can happen to you when you're here with me?"

"I... I think I would feel even more safe knowing I could pick up one end of your table if it needed moving and not get my fingers cut off." Jer was giving him that funny, somewhat weirded-out look that was fairly typical for her when random shit like this happened. Then she looked less freaked and more thoughtful. "How often do Bad Things," she capitalized the words, "come back at you?"

"Baby, firstly, I don't have things where they'll hurt you or where people accidentally find them. That one under the table was taped specifically far enough that it wouldn't cut anyone and the tape was over the blade anyway. And so far, nothing bad has come back at me, but you never know. When I kill something bad, not everyone in the world - like their lovers, friends, families - might think it's bad. So I like being prepared just in case. Or maybe I'm just paranoid. One or the other."

"What's that saying? Something like 'Just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get me' or something like that." Jeri mused to herself, picking herself up to start washing dishes. "I mean, when you put it like that it seems like a totally acceptable idea. If I started taping random knives around my house, I'd probably get sent to a mental institution. But yeah, maybe it's a good idea to hide all the pointies at your parents' place. Your dad tape random knives everywhere too?"

Kavin shook his head and grinned. "Maybe you should get sent to a mental institution anyway." he teased. "You are a crazy girl. And no. He doesn't. He's a gun guy. I'm just not a very good shot so.. knives it is."

"Ooooh really?" Jer's eyes lit up. "You're gonna have to come paint balling with me and my friends some time. I like easy targets." She leveled her fingers at him like a gun. "Pow. Splat. Mwahaha."

"I said I'm a sucky shot. I can dodge." he chuckled. "I'd just hide and run around until you ran out of ammo."

"Well, we try and go out once every couple of months. I keep my gear over at Garth's... you could come with us, if you're willing to pitch." Jer looked at him and tilted her head, not knowing if he was into that. "And if we bring another vehicle, you could bring a couple friends, too. It'd be fun."

"Yeah, maybe." he smiled. "Could be fun to see you all covered in paint at least. Wouldn't wanna miss that." He could almost see her with paint all over her now. Quite the interesting little visual that was.

"Almost as much fun as the whole 'getting covered in paint' process to begin with." Jeri said brightly, then sighed. "I think it might be too cold to go, though. That'd suck." She eyed the window to the outside world with vague distaste. Stupid weather, being all different from summer. "Maybe I'll convince you to come over and we'll all play Settlers of Catan instead."

Kavin raised a brow as a little grin flickered across his face then sparked up and spread further over those lips. "Depends. Exactly what are your methods of persuasion?"

"I'll tell your mother that you don't want to do things with me." Jeri teased. "Or maybe I'll make you french toast stuffed with cream cheese and strawberry preserves. Ooor maybe, just maybe, I'll let you see my..." She trailed off, rather suggestively, and then promptly grinned wickedly. "...zombie movie collection."

"You're such a brat." he smirked. "I can't say I'll play..." he shrugged. "But if you want me to hang out, I will." he assured her.