[hr][hr][center][h2][b][color=fff79a]Dj Lawson[/color][/b][/h2]
[img]https://img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-static/static/2014-11/19/1/enhanced/webdr01/anigif_original-grid-image-31269-1416377618-12.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Out front of Boston Heights 
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@Xtreme] [@DizzyIsabella] [@Sigil][/center][hr]

	As Danica ran off Lawson let out a quick breath from his lips. Today was certainly turning out to be an interesting day. Between the people getting ready for the block party, a half naked Mexican running through the streets in bunny slippers, and a land lord muttering about exploding doors he was half worried just what else would happen tonight. This wasn't the small town he grew up in that was for sure. A little place back east, deep in the south, where everyone knew everyone else. He had been here a bit and still only knew a handful of those that lived in the same building as he did. Glancing around as the DJ set up for the evening it amazed him how people could live in such close quarters and not know a thing about one another; not even their names. 

	Maybe it was the Southern Gent in him that made it seem off; born and raised knowing everyone in the county. Maybe it was the Marine in him; you were brothers in arms, you knew their life stories and they knew yours. Here it was different. You could go your whole life here it seemed and no one ever truly know who you were. Years ago that might have bothered him but now that he was starting over it brought an odd sense of solace. Especially now with what he had managed to get himself into with his new job. If his younger self could see him now it would probably be very disappointed. 

	As Cam and his lovely bride came over Lawson grinned as he laid down the basting brush and shook the man's hand. [color=fff79a]"Thank ya, I promise it tastes as good as it smells. Throwin' in some grilled Georgia peaches into the sauce, gives it just the sweetest taste,"[/color] he said before looking over towards Lyndsey; tipping his stetson to her. [color=fff79a]"Well aren't you as pretty as a June Bug Mrs. White. Cam, you better keep a hold of this one."[/color]

	Adjusting his hat he picked up his tongs and flipped over the various pieces of meat that were slow cooking on the smoker before closing it back up and adjusting the stack. He chuckled at Cam's words as he took a sip from his Budweiser. [color=fff79a]"Yeah well with what I have seen of this crew I doubt things will be calm. You missed the knife wielding smilie faced boxers moment while you were upstairs,"[/color] he said as he thumbed his beer bottle a bit. 

	Hearing the older man's voice he looked over; his hand coming up out of reflex to catch the frozen concoction tossed at him. He looked at it oddly for a moment and then shrugged a bit. He wasn't about to turn down food; man had lived off rations for months at a time. Anything not dried and marked MRE was Ambrosia as far as he was concerned. [color=fff79a]"Yes sir,"[/color] he said respectfully before taking a bite. 

	He seemed okay at first, the [i]"Enchalado?"[/i] tasted like one of those Chacotaco's. Wasn't bad and was cool. Then it hit, the burn of the chili's and Patron. Quickly placing the mouth of his beer to his lips he downed the remaining three-quarters of the thing in a single swallow. [color=fff79a]"Holy hell fire, that's got kick!"[/color] he said laughing in surprise as he tossed his empty bottle into the trash can and reached for another. Popping the top he pocketed the cap and looked back over at the couple. [color=fff79a]"Fire and damn brimstone hid in ice cream."[/color] Shrugging he took another bite, he wasn't one to waste food.