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[h2][color=magenta]Ashton Griffone[/color] || Central Point || Public Party || Friday Evening[/h2]
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The freakishly tall ambiguous firefighter was happily munching on the sweet Christmas sugar cookie, the boogie board hanging from around her neck gingerly dangling against her flat chest. Amethyst colored eyes brightening ever so joyously at the delicious taste of sweets. Although, something did make her ponder as her gem like eyes glanced around the crowd, easily surveying her surroundings. There was plenty of cheer, but something felt a little off. Like there was some tensity amongst this cheery atmosphere? Perhaps it was just her imagination however. Hopefully nothing went out of hand with drunks or so on.

Glancing around curiously, occasionally awing at pretty Christmas lights, while also curiously glancing around the area. For example, a limo showed up. Wow! Don't see those everyday! Then again, Ashton was used to fire trucks. Plus usually, they don't go to many places that involve the more wealthy. They usually keep a decent upkeep to prevent fires. Unless it was a fire purposely caused by a outside source. But that was the police officers job. 

She just make sure the fire gets put out and the people are safe.

On the bright side, no one seemed to be too bothered with her, aside from the occasional awkward glance. Her appearance often led others thinking she was intimidating, or was some sort of thug. Taller then most with a nasty scar right in the fast either led others taking a far distance from her, or trying to pick a fight. Both of which disheartened Ashton a bit. After all, she didn't [i]like[/i] fighting. She could, but she didn't like it. Its been a few years since the army, but she still keeps in shape.

Not particularly paying attention to where she was going, Ashton ended up running into someone. Which led her to real all the way back, flailing her arms wildly as she both tried avoid falling on top of some poor soul that she had run into, and to catch her balance. The latter she failed at as the tall dirty blonde fell flat on her back on the cold ground. Eyes shut tightly before blinking open at the offered hand, Ashton was quick to give a bright friendly smile as she took the hand of a dark skinned muscular man. 

By all definitions, he would have the looks of a thug or gangster or whatever. However, considering her own appearance, Ashton wasn't quite the one to quickly judge and let a appearance of someone effect the way she acted toward them. Blinking a bit, she stared at something above that she probably only would of noticed if she was looking up like she was now. 

Mistletoe.

Unsure if she should laugh or be embarrassed, Ashton soon stood up, soon returning her gaze to the man who was a bit shorter than herself. No surprise since not many could beat her in the tallness meter. Tilting her head a little, the man seemed extremely focused on something, perhaps a little stiff. It was apparent, he had no idea of the little Christmas tradition item hanging above them. Which only caused the firefighter to give a silent laugh. Rubbing the back of her head, she wasn't sure what exactly was possibly stressing the man and if she should mention this at all. Might freak him out.

But then again, it might also help him give a good old laugh. Just a little laughter could do wonders to someones stress after all.

So Ashton gave a bright smile, her amethyst gaze wide and bright passed the scarred face that carried them. The boyish figure raising her left hand and waving it cheerfully in a obvious way of saying 'hello there' before curling it into a fist. Extending the index finger to point upward. Her smile curled in one of pure amusement rather than anything too serious or romanticize. Somewhat curious how this stern looking man would react.