[center][color=f26522][b][h2]Garrett Fisher[/h2][/b][/color][/center]

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Did Clarice just call him a liar? His dark brow furrowed as his gaze became angered, his lips curling into a scowl. It was [i]way[/i] too early to be arguing about this. Garrett scoffed, glaring down at the gauntlet that had appeared on the female's hand. They were being rather... showy about their powers. It would certainly be bad if the police got involved, and they were taken in to be tested on or used as some sort of military weapon. Without a word, he turned away, noticing that another customer had stepped into the diner. [color=f26522][b]"Think whatever you want,"[/b][/color] he grumbled to Clarice.  [color=f26522][b]"Don't come crying to me if something happens to you."[/b][/color]

As he walked away from the two females, he grabbed a menu and approached the new arrival. [color=f26522][b]"Welcome to Darkwell City Diner,"[/b][/color] Garrett's voice was practically seething as he addressed her, setting down the menu in front of Vicki. [color=f26522][b]"What will you have to drink? We have several types of seasonal drinks here, today, including the pink grapefuit cooler and the watermelon lemonade."[/b][/color]

He swore he must have said that fifteen times that week. Yet, if he didn't, Garrett knew that his boss would get angry. 

[@TheWinchester4]