Cold is starting to settle in for the night as Jasper sits in his van, watching as the sun dips beneath the horizon. He shifts in his seat for a moment which causes the mutt pup named Squire to lift his head from where he's curled up on the passenger seat, burrowed partially into one of the Beast's shirts. "Yeah, yeah.. Let's get this over with..." Jasper mumbles before opening the driver's door with a slight creak. He waits for Squire to hop down out of the van before he reaches into the plastic bag and pulls out a bottle of cheap whiskey in a brown paper bag. He doesn't bother with a leash as the young dog knows not to stray too far from the Beast; he knows who feeds him and will take care of him. They've discussed it at length over the past few months since Squire came to live with them... with him.
He closes the door to the van and makes his way into the camp of homeless that he's had his van parked at for a while now. They knew his face and he knew most of theirs. He approaches one of the small fires of one of the older homeless, one he's gotten a bit friendly with over the past few weeks. He hopes for two things in doing this: he hopes perhaps the old man might be willing to share a bit of food with him in exchange for a bit of the whiskey Jasper had; and he hopes that the older man might have a bit of info that the giant Beast is looking for.
Pleasantries were exchanged, as well as food and whiskey, and Jasper sits with the old man for a bit before asking, "You here 'bout these house fires going on around here these past couple of months? You know anything about them or know someone who does?"
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