Kieth was discrete and clever about slipping the syringe into his sleeve. He got out of the car. "Would you get the tools in the trunk?" he walked up and opened the hood. The older male was trying to be patient. It was a bit cold where they were, but he lived with it, feeling the thrill of the act.<br/><br/>his fingers fiddled with his syringe and he stared at the purple liquid inside. "hmm..." a soft, rather crazy, laugh left his throat and he covered his mouth, sure that Oliver had heard. He peeked around the hood.