Jayne waited near the school in the shadows of a building as she waited for Damon to meet her.
"Out of a tree this time?" his voice came from behind her.
"I don't spend all my time in trees," Jayne replied heftily. "Did you do it?"
"As much as could be done," he said vaguely.
"That's not answering my question," she said, looking around the corner to see if anyone was there. "Has she forgotten?"
"Yeah, well…mostly," he said hesitantly. "There may be a slight miniscule problem though."
"What did you do?" Jayne sighed.
"The compulsion didn't completely work. It's like you said, she's immune to it."
"And you followed her today to fix any errors," Jayne continued. "So what's the problem?"
"I tried to compel her to forget again, but I'm guessing vervain."
"Where would she get vervain from?"
"How am I supposed to know?" Damon replied before looking at his watch and saying, "I'd better get dressed for Kale's party, I may have to downplay the usual charm. There's going to be humans there."
"Maybe I should be handing out vervain by the bucket load," Jayne murmured before coming to a sudden realisation. "Oh no. Does this mean I have to spend six hours with you?"
"You make me sound like a disease."
"That's because you are," she replied.
"Well," he started, "Fortunately you won't have to spend much of the time with me. I have a date."
"Who's the unfortunate girl?" Jayne said, her face empathetic. "She's going to need a vaccination."
"Kara."
There was a moment's silence before Jayne said, her voice shaking with restrained anger, "I said wipe her memory, not date her."
"I guess this is the fine print eh?"
And Jayne couldn't argue because she had agreed. But she still stared at him in annoyance.
"So I guess I'll see you tonight," Damon said hastily, seeing the dangerous glint in her eyes
"Only if I'm incredibly unfortunate," Jayne replied as he backed out of the alley.
"What era?" Damon called back, asking her about her costume. "Let me guess. Masquerade?"
She felt like throwing something at him. But in broad daylight with townspeople walking past, a stake wasn't going to get overlooked. Making jokes about her mask was something many vampires had died for. Only those who knew her REALLY well - or not at all - had even seen her without it. Namely Hailey. Which gave her the reminder that she needed to speak to her about what she'd written on the internet about Nathaniel Henning.
But still angry, she let him have the last word before climbing up the three metre wall at the back of the alley. Running swiftly through the trees behind it, she eventually came to Hailey's house...well mansion.
Jayne climbed the lattice before sitting herself in the open window. She stared at the corridor, waiting for Hailey to come upstairs. Ten minutes later she arrived home. Two minutes later, the door opened downstairs.
"Just dump your stuff on the couch," she said. "There's food in the pantry, help yourself."
"Thanks," another all too familiar voice said. Hailey walked up the stairs, jumping when she saw me sitting patiently in the window frame.
"It's a bad habit to leave these open," she said.
"I've got the memo," Hailey said with a smile, if Jayne had shocked her, she didn't show it. "What can I do for you?"
"Well," Jayne replied, hopping down from the window. "You know those clothes I gave you a while back."
"Yep," she replied.
"You mind if I borrow some back?" Jayne asked.
"Sure," Hailey said, walking into a room. "I was just getting them."
"You've got company," Jayne commented, referring to the voice she was sure was Kara's.
"Kara James," she replied, confirming it. "She needed a costume. Do you mind if I lend her one of these?"
She pulled out a huge box of clothes from under the bed effortlessly and but them on her bed before opening the box without even cutting the sticky tape.
"A little risky," Jayne said. "There is an oblivious person downstairs."
"With human hearing," Hailey said. "She's not hearing any of this."
"Still," Jayne reasoned, pulling the top outfit out.
"Let's not go back to the 1960s," Hailey said, staring back at Jayne knowingly.
"We all know you loved getting high," Jayne said with a huge grin.
"I don't remember you being the responsible one," she said pulling out a dress before throwing it to the side. "Weren't you the one encouraging us?"
"And I've learned the error of my ways," Jayne replied solemnly. "Drug dealing is out of the question nowadays. It seems the police are harder to bribe."
Hailey pushed aside another dress, laughing quietly. Until her face grew confused as she looked down at the ancient clothing at the bottom of the box. "You know you could probably give this stuff to a museum?"
"But then what would we ever do when costume parties came around?" Jayne said. Hailey responded by handing her a mass of light blue material.
"It might take you a while," she said. "But I trust you'll get there eventually."
"Wow," Jayne said looking at the material. "It's been a long time since I wore this."
"It's ancient history nowadays."
"You're telling me," Jayne said, folding up the Grecian dress and putting it in her bag. "I'll see you tonight yeah?"
"Definitely," she said.
"Oh, and can you slap Damon for me? It'll make me feel better if someone besides me injures him."
"Alliance Jayne," Hailey replied.
Jayne sighed before running out into the hall and out the window, into the setting sun.