Baxter glanced down at the radio on his dash, and grumbled to himself. He was late, of course he was late. He could hear his phone chiming, telling him that he had a text "probably from Darcy" he chided himself warningly. He was supposed to have gotten off of work an hour earlier than he did and he had to rush to get there, still wearing his tan khaky pants and blue polo with the company logo. Luckily, he always kept some spare clothes in the trunk. He was always prepared to pull a host job with Darcy and the rest of the crew. A moment later, he pulled into the library lot, the lights on his car highlighting Darcy's and the pile of people inside. Unable to help himself, he smiled. His group of friends were some weird ones, but he really wouldn't have it any other way. Parking a few spots over, he took a moment to dig around through his back seat before pulling up a dufflebag. Within was everything that he needed for a late night meetup with his friends. He didn't pull everything out, for now, he pulled out a black hoodie and slipped it on, pulling the hood up to cover his dark hair, and hopefully help keep him from getting too soaked from the rain outside. A minute later, he knocked on the back door, noticing where the girls sat. Moving to the other side of the car, he motioned for them to let him in so he didn't have to crawl his way across everybody. [color=teal]"Getting started without me, are you?"[/color] He grinned, teasing in his tone.