[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]"Don't say I didn't warn ya, twink,"[/color] Scott muttered, before he imagined picking up his coffee and stood up, pouring it on Gideon's head. It could have been far worse and he did realize there was a prosecutor present, but he didn't care. He was mad and he was going to act on his anger. He didn't want to talk about his daughter and they kept on pushing him regardless. Sure, it was a horrible decision to make - but that was par for the course in his life. He didn't make money by being polite and civilized.  

	But in reality, he just glared at Gideon, contemplating now picking up the spoon and jamming it into his forehead. He'd wait to show Gideon he was a man of his word. Not in front of a law enforcement official. He wasn't dumb - he was just angry. [color=00a99d]"And I have a job, cupcake,"[/color] he snarled at Jace. [color=00a99d]"And the name's Scott Jones - just another fucked up individual in whatever this game is...."[/color]