[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=00a99d]Scott Rydzynski[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/293bebeaa3fd1551baba10b2edbd113c/tumblr_okhufmr6lU1qdhps7o3_r1_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00a99d]Location:[/color][/b] His Apartment - Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] The Fuzz[/center][hr][hr]	Scott shook his head, grabbing two mugs and pouring cups of coffee for the officers. He knew when to be an ass and this wasn't one of those times. [color=00a99d]"Nah, I had work a few hours later, came back here and changed into something that wasn't covered in a drunk's vomit."[/color] No respectable person, in any occupation, showed up to work covered in puke. It was something that brought them all together - bank tellers and mercs alike. He spotted Olivia out of the corner of his eye, grimacing slightly, but it easily could have been construed as a memory of the ordeal. 

	[i]I didn't sign up for this bullshit,[/i] he thought to himself. It was bad enough there were cops in his place, but now there was a blonde who showed up randomly. She wasn't one of the ones that he had seen earlier - Coffee Princess, Gideon, Claire, or the twins. And given the expression on her face, he doubted she was anything less than confused as hell about all of this as well. [i]Great.[/i]