[center][h1][b][i][color=B0C4DE][center]Roxanne Waters[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Police Station
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Roxanne gave her friend a suppressed smile, walking closer to her. [color=B0C4DE]"Frazzled, to say the least, but I'm alive so I suppose that's something going for me,"[/color] she replies, seating herself next the rockstar, getting a whiff of the bitter scent of tobacco. [color=B0C4D]"I'm sorry about your tour Ri, I can't account for missing out on something major like that, it was time I let the boys have a weekend alone with their father I suppose,"[/color] she sighs, unable to help but smell that vile scent once more, [color=B0C4DE]"Ri, are you smoking? That can't be good for your voice,"[/color]

That was when Marc passed the pair, instructing them to go back inside, Riley asking for her advice. She drew a breath, [color=B0C4DE]"We should go inside. I know it's your sister but Marc knows what he's doing, we'll just be more work for him-"[/color] before she could Roxanne could go on Tim approached the women with what oddly looked like a handprint in- what was that? Mustard? Roxanne had to hold back a giggle. With the seriousness of today so far a condiment slapped Tim brought a slight amusement to the moment. [color=B0C4DE]"I thought you were an expert at stopping those wretched young'uns vandalise property."[/color] Roxanne points out, this time unable to avoid the slight giggle that escaped her lips at the sight of Tim with a mustard handprint on his face. [color=B0C4DE]I’m just messing with you Tim, let me see what I can do,”[/color]

It wasn’t a long trip to find Cynthia- part of it being follow-the-floor-bound-condiments and when Roxanne did she could help but stop herself from staring at the saucy stars before turning to Cynthia with a slight shake of her head. [color=B0C4DE]”What are you up to, Cynth?”[/color] she asks