[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=00a99d]Scott Rydzynski[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/254eb4eaebfa60d7088b6e028792731b/tumblr_oaef08DCHX1sj8jevo2_r2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00a99d]Location:[/color][/b] Crash Site - Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Gideon, Jace, Janelle[/center][hr][hr]	Scott sensed the confusion as Gideon looked at him. [color=00a99d]"Oh, you're not a twink. I'd say you're more of a fairy. Ginger's the twink,"[/color] Scott clarified with a smile, as if everything he just said was perfectly acceptable in any form of conversation. However, heading to a pastry shop did remind him of the girl he had seen - what were the odds that it could have been the same shop? But still, Scott wasn't a big fan of pastries. He'd rather pass time at a bar. In his experience, there'd always be one open, regardless of the time of day. He then glanced at the two gingers - were they even old enough to go in a bar?

	[color=00a99d]"Pastries aren't my thing - but I guess you two are what twelve? Figure you can't go into a decent bar,"[/color] Scott said with a raised eyebrow. [color=00a99d]"As long as they have something a bit harder than sodas there, then it'll be alright by me."[/color] He was dying for a beer at the moment and knew that he'd have to make himself scarce later when the attorney showed up. He made it his policy to avoid them. Some of his work was legal - but a lot of it wasn't. The law didn't tend to like mercenaries, though as far as the police station was concerned, Scott just brought in the occasional bounty from time to time. They didn't know about what he did far more often with his time.