Outside the grand building that is the Bay Mirror.

::Luke arrives at The Bay Mirror and opens the door, heading to reception.::

::Leaving the building, Luke returns to the front entrance of CW Apartments.::

::Luke orbs in out of sight before walking into the Bay Mirror building towards the receptionist's desk.::

::Luke walks outside of the building and when the coast is clear, he orbs to the beach.::

::Trix walks up, smiles, rubs her nose, and goes inside.::

::Trix walks to the forest.::

::He passes by the large Bay Mirror building on his walkings, now back in town. He's getting kinda tired.::

(I'm going to have to buy a copy of this paper...Food.)

::He continues to look for a Bite to Eat...::

::Tobey stands on the sidewalk in front of the Bay Mirror building. He adjusts the guitar he's carrying then begins to strum slowly.::

(One, two, three...)

::He sings to the tune of "Knockin' On Heaven's Door". Except it's different.::

"Ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh..."

::He leans against the wall.::

"PTB, takes this power from me,
I can't use it anymore...
It's getting dark, too dark to see,
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door."

::He strums.::

"Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door,
Knock, knock knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock knocking on heaven's door,
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door."

"PTB, put my charms on the ground,
I can't glamour anymore...
That long big bad is coming down,
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

::A man walks past and throws a silver dollar at Tobey's feet.::

(Kid's got the words wrong, but at least he's trying.)

::Tobey sees coin on the ground and picks it up, smiling.::

"Thanks!"

::He then kisses the coin and winces.::

(Ugh!!! Tastes like ass...phalt.)

::He puts it in his pockets. Again, he begins to strum.::

"Uh, huh, uh, huh...life's like this.
Uh, huh, uh, huh...that's the way it is.
La, la, la, lal...cuz life's like this.
La, la, la, la, la....that's the way it is."

::He sings.::

"Chill out whatcha growling for,
Lay back, it's all been done before.
Yer not the biggest evil,
What a shame, you're so lame."

"You throw your red hot fireballs,
You're not the baddest of 'em all.
I say go away, so mote it be-ee."

"Don't try to relax, cuz they'll kick yer ass.
Don't try to be cool, they're gonna get you fooooled.
Try to kill me..."

"Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?
See the way you're acting all apocalyptic when you're powers are so overrated.
Life's like this you...
Throw balls, and you crawl, and you stake for the sake
Of getting it done.
I banish thee, I banish thee,
Leave me now or face it...

Go, go, go..."

::Tobey takes a deep breath as he puts his guitar on a bench. He then sits. That was a tough one.::

(I think I'm gonna go get a drink.)

::He goes inside to the reception.::

::Tobey walks out of the Bay Mirror and picks up his guitar from the bench. He goes to the Magic Shop.::

::Luke walks straight to the office.::

::Luke walks to the reception area.::

::Luke pulls out another cigarette as he walks to the streets.::

::Luke arrives at the exterior of the newspaper's building. He nervously looks at his reflection through the glass entrance doors and moves a couple of stray hair strands from his face. He frowns upon further examination, figuring that he could have at least gotten a haircut before arriving here. In fact, he's just about to pace away to do just that, but after the three sidesteps to the left, a sigh escapes his lips at the utter ridiculousness of his worrying and dumps his coffee into a nearby garbage receptacle. The whitelighter proceeds onward to the reception area.::

::Luke is immensely relieved that he's acquired his job back, grateful that at least one thing in his life isn't screwed up like almost everything else. He sneaks into a dark and forbidding alleyway, orbing to the school, specifically the parlor.::

::Quinn walks up, stopping just short of the entrance to the Mirror.::

(So this is San Francisco's premiere newspaper?)

::He'd done his research before coming into the city. After all, there were few places around that would take in photographers-for-hire. Quinn quiets his jittery nerves and heads inside the building.::

(So my first assignment is: snow. How exciting.)

::Quinn whistles a showtune from Moulin Rouge as he walks down the steps outside the
Bay Mirror. More specifically, it's that cute little medley between Kidman and McGregor. The man is eager to get started on his first ever job in San Francisco... but first he needs his camera. So he heads back to the Black Point Apartments.::

(It's a good thing I got this job before getting arrested.)

::Wondering about his newfangled criminal record, Quinn walks into the reception.::

::To the streets, to the streets.::

::Dean pulls up outside and parks the car. He turns to Quinn.::

::After ten wild minutes of what can only be described as a "harrowing" ride in Dean's old station wagon (which Quinn was convinced would fall apart at the next left turn) - the photographer is sitting still, his hand white as it grips the inside handle with his strongest grip. When Dean turns to him, Quinn looks back and is able to manage only a shaky smile.::

"Nice, er, driving. Very, uh... speedy!"

(God help me, I am never getting in this car again. I'm lucky to be alive.)

"You know I was under the limit right?"

::Dean smiles at Quinn, amused.::

"It's not how fast you drove... it's who you almost killed to get here."

(Namely ME!)

::Quinn is halfway between serious and teasing by this point. He lets go of the safety belt he had been clutching against his breast, since the damn thing didn't lock into place like it was supposed to.::

::Dean laughs heartily at this.::

"Whatever, Quinn. Whatever. Now get. The sooner you go in and out, the sooner I can drive you home and this'll all be over."

"Wha-? You want to get rid of me that badly?"

::Quinn puts on an expression of immense emotional hurt, before exiting the car. The photographer decides its a small miracle that the door doesn't just break apart when he slams it shut. Anyways, without further ado, to the receptionist, as always.::

::Dean smiles to himself and drums on the steering wheel.::

(Funny guy.)

::Quinn walks out from the building, the smile on his face showing that he is obviously in the best of moods. He walks over to Dean's station wagon and climbs in.::

"Hello. Hope that wasn't too boring a wait?"

::He smiles at the driver, noticing with some interest just how more-than-pouty Dean's lips were.::

"Not at all, not at all."

::Dean smiles and starts the engine.::

"So where am I taking you?"

(Hopefully taking me for a ride.)

::Quinn's thinking it, but he's too shy to dare say it out loud. Instead he looks over at Dean and nods his head in the general direction of the Black Point Apartments::

"Could you take me home?"

::He gives Dean specific directions of how to get there.::

"Unless... there's something else you have to do? I don't really mind, nothing else planned for the rest of the day anyways."

::Quinn shrugs - in a manner he hopes isn't too clingy, nor too nonchalant.::

"Well, I was supposed to meet somebody in that nice little crime scene back there later on tonight. At some point I'm gonna have to get in touch with her and rearrange that. But..."

::Dean drums his hands on the wheel. This is a bit weird, isn't it?::

"Other than that, I'm a bird."

::Quinn looks out the window, at the people going in and out of the Bay Mirror. When he turns back to Dean, he inclines his head so that his bangs fall into his eyes.::

"Hot date?"

::He asks with a small smirk, hoping to break the semi-weirdness of the situation.::

::Dean laughs. He's wondered.::

"I'll let you know once I see what she looks like."

::Quinn rolls his eyes, but laughs a little as well.::

"Good luck with that one. But meanwhile, why don't we go over to my place and put on some espressos. I've got this weird craving for something strongly caffeinated."

::Dean notices the darkness is beginning to turn to lightness.::

"Wow. We must've been... doing whatever... longer than I thought..."

(Huh.)

"We totally spent the night together. Oh my."

"Geez."

(Weird how such things seem to happen.)

"Um-"

::Quinn gives a sideways look to Dean.::

"Was I any good?"

::Dean looks a little bemused by the context of the question. He turns and gives Quinn a sidelong smile.::

"Hmm... I've had better."

::He winks.::

"Whore."

::Quinn gives his companion a good-natured push. It doesn't really do much, since they're both sitting in a car... but... you know. He mutters under his breath::

"I'm flawless."

::It's true. It's been programmed into him, not that Quinn knows it.::

"Shall we go? Not that I'm not enjoying our little car thing, but it's dark out. Never know what creep will be, uh, creeping, around."

"Maybe there's already one nearby."

::Dean smiles and starts the engine. Quinn calling him a whore was weird. He's never been called that before.::

"Your place is where?"