[hr][h1][color=royalblue][center]Garrett Dovanon[/center][/color][/h1][hr]
 
 [@Mr Allen J]

 People reveal more about themselves in their appearance, rather than their words. This, Garrett had known for a long time. So as she talked, he watched. The girl probably didn’t lie when she claimed not to be from around here, but he could tell that she was no wide-eyed tourist either. She had well defined muscles, the type you couldn’t get from just long jogs and yoga sessions alone, and there was also the scar beneath her eye. It looked fairly new and gave him the feeling someone tried to slice her face open. Or it could simply some accident and he was reading too much into some random scar. Either way, he didn’t think this redhead was here just to take part in the famed festival. If he had to guess, this girl looked like trouble. 

 “Afraid you will have to wait a bit for that. People won’t start flashing each other until midnight.”-He grinned broadly at her remark about the festival – “Worth the wait though. We have some of nicest boobs around, trust me.” 

 He kept quiet as she continued, however once she mentioned her missing friend, his smile flattered. It was a small shift though, only visible to the most trained of eyes. Her choice of words in the description interested him. A brown-haired, well-built girl with a scarf was far too vague, but he must admit it wasn’t someone you saw every day. He knew he wouldn’t forget someone like that. However, unfortunately for the girl, he hadn’t seen her friend. But he knew someone who might. It didn’t mean he had decided to help though. Getting involved with Seraphine in the first place was risky enough; to actively contacting her for something like this was absolute madness in his book. Then again, it wasn’t like he was asking for favours; the redhead was. He saw no harm in pointing her in the right direction. After all, she didn’t seem like a bad person, and believe it or not, Garrett had his bouts of selfless kindness to those he took a liking to. 

 “So, on the scale from getting shitfaced in a stranger’s house to committing multiple homicides, how dumb this… something is?”- He crossed his arms, the casual smile still remained in place, but his blue eyes had lost all traces of humour. - “You’d be surprised how easy it is for people get lost in this city. Finding them is a bit harder. Your friend has a name?”

 When she mentioned her name, Garrett paused before introducing his, fingers instinctively reached up to the front of his shirt. Right, he didn’t wear his name tag today. He wasn’t working at the hotel. - “It’s Garrett. Nice to meet you, Jessica.”