[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=00a99d]Scott Rydzynski[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/66ca263a174d20e9b4de884f84c9ee25/tumblr_ntu7xcs6s61qhbroxo2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00a99d]Location:[/color][/b] A Pastry Shop - Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Gideon, Jace, Janelle, and Isley[/center][hr][hr]	[color=00a99d]"Maybe I'd have trouble with a twig, good thing I have a pair of twinks to practice with,"[/color] Scott grunted, gesturing towards Jace and Gideon. Both of them, in Scott's opinion, were the antithesis of the manliness he so prized. It was a bad thing when his sort of but not really girlfriend, Jade, was manlier than the two sitting across from him at the coffee shop. [color=00a99d]"Hey, waitress, where's my coffee!"[/color] Scott shouted, rolling his eyes. The service here was terrible, in his opinion. He was regretting getting mixed up with these little crybabies. His time would have been better spent at a bar, drinking away his salary. Maybe he'd hit up Chloe, see if she needed him to play wingman for her. 

	Scott made a face as Jace and Gideon [i]both[/i] wanted to call this Cynthia chick again. [color=00a99d]"This type of bullshit is [i]exactly[/i] why we won the Cold War,"[/color] Scott muttered. [color=00a99d]"Doubt you sissies could've even handled a missile strike, let alone a nuclear one,"[/color] he grumbled. He wanted out of this place where people called each other to double check - [i]what happened to remembering something the first time around and showing up?[/i] He couldn't help but feel like these were the sort of people that would R.S.V.P. twice and [i]STILL[/i] feel a need to let someone know they were showing up and confirm the time and place. 

	He slumped back a bit in his seat, convinced he was in his own personal hell.