[center][h1][color=68979B]Jeremy Bennet[/color][/h1]
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[center][color=68979B][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Block Party
[color=68979B][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Detective Gregory [@Lady Amalthea][/center]

Jeremy hated parties where he didn't know anybody. He hated parties where he didn't quite feel like he fit in. Hell, Jeremy really just hated parties, the music, the drinks, the conversation, the people, the setting, all of it, it was all just so... [i]Normal.[/i] Jeremy well and truly hated how dull the past few months had been since he got out of prison, no gunfights, no scaling cliff-faces or spelunking ancient temples and archaeological gold-mines for loot, none of that. Instead, he got this. A block party, at a place he'd only moved into a week or two ago, he still had barely anything in his apartment, a TV, computers, and boxes of files and parchments with the occasional trinket. A block party where he was standing alone, in a cheap pair of nicer trousers and shoes, a buttoned blue shirt and a black sweater, sipping a beer.

[i]Normal.[/i]

The thought bit at Jeremy's ears like an eager lover looking for attention, prompting the man to take a long drink of the beer in his hand, and turn over the coin in his hand. It was a Spanish Doubloon, 18th Century, a good luck charm he'd picked up on one of his first expeditions in Mexico. He carried it with him everywhere, counted it as explanation for his immense luck, and if it wasn't good for that, it was at the very least good as a conversation starter. However that evening it was certainly seeming to be good for a whole lot of nothing. No conversation had been started, no luck had been needed, and all Jeremy had done up to that point was stand there, drink, shift the coin between his fingers and watch everyone that was there. He was only there because he figured it would seem odd if he was not, and because he knew who would be there, the woman he'd discovered was the partner of the deceased Peyton.

He set his eyes on her, JD Mason, he'd done a little research, knew she worked for Channel four and lived in one of the apartments next door, and that she had been Peyton's partner... That was about it. He was really rushing through this whole thing, but he didn't particularly want to miss out like he had a few years ago in Mexico City. He was about to move over when a figure passed right in front of him and picked up a drink, murmuring something about 'Parasites'. It didn't take Jeremy too long to piece things together, this was the detective who'd been speaking to the journalists and reporters, he'd looked into him as well, though didn't know a great deal in relation to him, either. 

Deciding to put off approaching Mason, Jeremy moved after the detective and quickly finished his beer, replacing it one from the table that the detective had grabbed his own drink from, popping the cap off and glancing over to him with as charming of a smirk as he could produce. [color=68979B][b]"Not a fan of the press, Detective?"[/b][/color] He played off his comment in the most lax manner that he was able, simply trying to start a conversation for now, if he was going to get any information out of the Detective, he was going to have to butter him up first, after all. He just hoped something would happen that would let him do something other than mingle, other than getting information. It was the right setting, the right time, something [i]had[/i] to happen.

[i]Anything but normality.[/i]