[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] [@Charnobylisk][/center][hr]

	[color=fff79a]"Aww Miss, I don't mean nothin' by it. I just like to see my buds lady smile is all. Happy wife, happy life? That what's he say. So more ya smile, I figures the less you have a problem when he and I be getting a little too tipsy in front of the TV,"[/color] he chuckled as he spoke with Lyndsey before Cam stole her away to dance for a bit. 

	Lawson looked over towards Lorna and then chuckled to himself as he watched Alicia darting off, sticking her tongue out at her room mate as she did. [color=fff79a]"No apologies needed ma'am. Seems to me she just acting like any good sister would. You two remind me of the neighbor girls back home. They always be pullin' each others pigtails but I tell you this. Screw with one of them, you had a swift kick to the groin comin' from the other. Looks like that's what you two have. Ain't nothin' wrong with that. When she stops fuckin' with ya' then I'd be worried,"[/color] he said with his thick southern drawl, letting it slip out more now that he knew he was around a fellow southerner, and a Marine to boot. Damn, he struck gold. Should have pulled out the smoker sooner. 

	[color=fff79a]"That be soundin' like a fine idea,"[/color] Lawson interjected about the three of them getting together and swapping war stories. Granted there was not much he could actually talk about. He had been captured by insurgents and was held captive for four years before a special ops team had managed to break him out when they were taking out a target. Most of that in his record was blacked out for various reasons. But he did have stories of his three tours before that he could gab about. Speaking to civilians was all fine and good but no one really understood if they hadn't actually been there; so talkin' to another Marine always made it easier. 

	[color=fff79a]"Sure thing Cam, I make sure no one be puttin' their paws on your woman,"[/color] Lawson chuckled as he made up a plate for his buddies wife and handed it over to her with a smile. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=82ca9d]Alicia Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/oZshnmKgSNIcg/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] 2D
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@Sigil] [@POOHEAD189]
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	Alicia looked over to her father as he put the food into the oven. He really didn't seem too happy, granted he never did but she could tell that something was irking him. Then she looked over towards Tank and the light bulb went off in her mind. [i]That[/i] was why he looked the way he did. Oh well, that was Papi for you. Always on the look out for the next man to threaten if he got too close to his daughter. Not that Alicia couldn't take care of herself, she probably could better than most but that didn't stop a dad for watching out for their baby girl. 

	Peeking out a bit as she looked towards the door she couldn't help but chuckle over the fact that Lorna had tried to peg her with a beer bottle. She knew it was coming and that was why she had ducked into their shared apartment quickly. If you didn't know better one might think that the two hated each other but in truth there wasn't a person on the earth that she didn't trust more than Lorna, well other than Caesar. She was like the sister she never had. Sure they fucked with each other, ALOT, but in the end if anyone screwed with either of them you had both of them to deal with. They ran off the mentality of "Yeah, I can pick on my sister but if you do I'll gut you" philosophy. 

	Looking back over to Tank she perked a brow and clapped her hands loud in front of her. [color=82ca9d]"Hey, spacebrains. Gonna grab that food and take it out to the party or did you just use that as an excuse to get inside my place?"[/color] she said with a bit of a smirk on her lips.

	Looking over at her dad again, as he spoke with the Landlord. The man not looking happy about being asked about the murder. "I don't know shit," he said before grabbing his tools and booking out of there like someone had just set his asshairs on fire. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i]Detective Roy Gregory[/i][/b][/h1][img]http://cyncity.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c9e5b53ef019b003b273b970c-500wi[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Block Party
[b]Interacting with:[/b] [@Charnobylisk] [@scallop] [@Pundii][/center][hr][hr]

	"Very bothersome, like a goddamn plague of locusts," Roy quipped before taking another swig of his beer. He really hated the press, more than most did; especially now. They had been a problem before when the suicide happened and for them to be back to just see if they could stir up even more was really grating on his already frayed nerves. 

	Taking the drink that Lana had poured he downed it and then chased it with the beer. It was a good thing he was off duty. As the scream happened he turned around quickly, his hand falling to his hip as if he was about to draw his pistol but when he saw what was going on he just rolled his eyes. Okay, wasn't anything to worry about and he removed his hand and straightened up his coat. 

	"I ain't on the job tonight," Roy quipped towards the new comer as he said they had the PD on their side. Holding up his drink before downing it. "I'm just planning on taking the free booze," he said with a smirk. Looking over at Jeremy he was a little shocked the man didn't know about the Ginger bitch but he did say he was new to the area. 

	"Media queen cunt, she owns like half of the stations and the newspaper. She is always getting them to stick their noses in where it doesn't belong," he said rolling his eyes a bit. As JD came over he lowered his beer from his lips. This one he knew. He had kept tabs on the place the first few months after Peyton was hauled out in a body bag. He didn't say anything else, just stood there looking around.