[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 ---> A Pastry Shop - Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Gideon, Jace, Janelle[/center][hr][hr]	[color=00a99d]"Kid, instigating things is how I pay the bills,"[/color] Scott said with a chuckle, roughly clapping Gideon on the back. He then glanced back at Jason claiming he'd been in fights before and he couldn't help but openly laugh. The only fights he could see this kid getting into were with his blind sister - and even then, Scott was skeptical that he could win. [color=00a99d]"You have a future in stand up, kid,"[/color] he snickered. [color=00a99d]"But you can leave the fighting to the real men, okay? Until I don't doubt that you could take your sister in a fight, I can't believe that you'd know how to even punch a fucking fly, okay?"[/color]

	Did Scott know that he was pissing everyone off? Yes. Yes he did. It was one of his skills and something that he'd list on his resume if he could. Of course, his resume was mostly reputation based in his line of work. The small bit of silence was starting to bother him and he glanced up and down the street, wondering how much longer it'd be until they were at the pie shop. [color=00a99d]"So - what's with the ginger hair?"[/color] Scott asked, looking at Janelle rather than her brother.