[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]	Scott took a sip of his coffee and made a face, setting it down. [color=00a99d]"Tastes like piss water,"[/color] he muttered. When he'd served in the arm forces, he had had the unfortunate experience of learning exactly what it tasted like. No matter how many times it went through the filtration system, Scott and the others could still detect the slightest taste of urine. Had the waitress not gone away, he would have gladly asked her how long she'd served and when she decided that urine gave the needed edge to any drink. But unfortunately, she had gone off. 

	[color=00a99d]"Yeah, I'll chill them after I finish round six on your mother,"[/color] Scott shot at Gideon with a smirk. [color=00a99d]"And will do, Strawberry Shortcake,"[/color] he said to Janelle. His grin faltered when she mentioned her parents being dead - well, implied it really. He shifted uncomfortably, his thoughts once again going to his own daughter out in Pennsylvania. He wondered if Jenna's life was better off without him - that he would have just been a dark shadow if he ever was a part of her life. He stared at his coffee and took another sip of it, wondering about what could have been. 

	[color=00a99d]"My daughter - she'd be about your age,"[/color] he said quietly to Janelle, not really sure why he was opening up about this. [color=00a99d]"Never met her."[/color]