Arriving a bit late, A red and black motorbike of some description pulls into the parking lot, the vehicles rider dismounts, quickly shedding his helmet and leather jacket, stowing them in a lockbox behind his seat, pulling an outdated mobile from one of the pockets and quickly dialing the one who had invited him [color=DarkRed]"Hey, I just got to the pier. you gonna be here soon?"[/color] he asks the moment it picks up [color=454922]"Yeah, should be. was having a bit of car trouble at my hotel."[/color] his cousin agrees
[color=454922]"And don't call people when they might be driving."[/color] Garen adds before hanging up, the red haired man works for a bit to to straighten out his dress clothes, ruffled from being under his riding jacket for the long drive.

A few minutes later, a dark blue van pulls into the lot, its sole passenger disembarks after a few minutes of changing into his tux [color=454922]"Did you really have to ride that thing all the way? must have taken you a week."[/color]
[color=DarkRed]"Only five days."[/color] Agrus growls defensively before extending a hand to his better groomed cousin [color=454922]"Been awhile, huh?"[/color] Garen says, shaking his ocusins hand firmly as the dreadlock wearing man nods [color=DarkRed]"My retirement thing."[/color] he affirms [color=DarkRed]"May as well get to the party, huh?[/color] he finishes, pointing over his shoulder to the waiting ferry
[color=454922]"That we should.[/color] Garen agrees as they make there ways to the dock.

The author cringes slightly at the music choice, while Agrus shudders [color=DarkRed]"Uhg, can't stand this stuff."[/color] he mutters as they board the ship. Garen gives a silent nod but doesn't openly complain,
[color=454922]"You can behave, right? We're not going to have a repeat of the book signing?"[/color]
Agrus turns and gives his cousin a flat glare
[color=DarkRed]"I punched a guy out one time."[/color]
[color=454922]"It was a security guard for the event."[/color]
[color=DarkRed]"He wouldn't let me in."[/color]
[color=454922]"Never mind, we're here. just promise to play nice."[/color]
the ex-champ gives a halfhearted grunt in agreement as they disembark, spotting a buffet table and wandering his way over as Garen steps towards the bar [color=454922]"rye and ginger, please."[/color] he says, glancing over at another group for a moment, looking for familiar faces.