[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]"Yeah, bet he'd love to shove it up the ass of another guy,"[/color] Scott said, grinning at Gideon. He wasn't gay but he had no qualms with pointing out the flaws in those lines of reasoning. Yeah, what a [i]terrific[/i] insult - saying that daddy dearest wanted to do it with a man. If anything, Scott felt flattered. He apparently had charming enough looks to sleep with [i]both[/i] of Gideon's parents. It was a real compliment. Not an insult at all. He then looked at Isley, still having a smug grin on his face. [color=00a99d]"I'm a Green Beret, sweetheart,"[/color] he explained honestly. [color=00a99d]"Done some shit far uglier than having to drink someone's repurified piss in order to survive. And don't regret any of it. Go on, ask me how many confirmed kills I had."[/color]

	Scott shrugged, brushing off the sympathy from Janelle. He still didn't even know why he'd mentioned his daughter to her. He crossed his arms and clammed up. He wasn't going to justify his choices. His daughter was the product of a one night stand, given up for adoption before he was even home from tour. He didn't know about her existence before it was too late. And with the kind of life he led, it was better for him to just remain a mystery in the kid's head.