[h1][right][b][u]We at the Party! Hey hey hey![/u][/b][/right][/h1]

As the limo pulled up to the Gala, Tyler waited to get out last. The likes of Blackstar, Asteroid, Ikret and Lightning went out first. James and Riley as well. So when he stepped out, big, tall and towering Tyler Ermineskin came out, black, purple and silver gothic suit and all, turned heads. 

[@SonnetNSunbeam]

He grinned broadly as they walked down the red carpet, he looked down at Asteriod/Jet, "Like this? This is great. Do you have any idea how good this is going to look for our Socials when we get back?" He chuckled and waved, scarred face splitting in a huge winning smile. Camera's flashing. One of the paparazzi nearby calling, "Hey Hat Trick! Over here! Over here!" Tyler was not quick to turn, so the Paparazzi called, "'Ey! Hat Trick! You putting on some weight there?" That got Tyler's attention, he turned with a huge grin, walked over and leaned over the velvet rope, "Another 6 pounds, of solid mucscle." The big PR/Hero rep flexed his shoulders, his suit luckily strong enough to not burst at the seams. Tyler chuckled, "Looks good on me huh?" The big man turned then and caught up with the team, patting Jet/Asteroid on the shoulder, "This is part of the job my stellar named team mate. I'm not saying it's an easy job but you gotta try and play to the crowd."

[@RisingRobin]

As they got closer to the doors he nodded at Riley/White Hat, "We got this brother. But don't be afraid to socialize and make connections. You can play and work in situations like this." He gave Riley a wink, if anyone knows that kind of play it'd be their PR rep right? Tyler reached over and high fived one of the people on the velvet rope, a fan of heroes, not specifically him or them, but a fan. And the squee the person gives off is half the fun.

And then they are inside.

As marching orders are given out, Tyler Ermineskin/Hat Trick is already looking around, spotting the High Roller Six. Technocrat, Lady Liberty, Quick Draw, Black Rose, Calliope and Fastlane. But before the man can do anything he's assigned a sector. He chuckles, he can do that.

But before he can even get to the Hollywood Six he's intercepted by two of his own. Clare from Santa Monica, HR extrodinare, and Kelly Roth from South Central, PR mogul for the area. Clare dressed in a dangerously low cut gown and Kelly, Pencil thin PR rep for South Central in a silver-grey suit. The three all meet in a loose triangle, and not a few nearby look over. Hat Trick towering over the two others. 

Then...

PAP!

The perfect three way dap that resounds a short distance. Kelly grinning, "Well look at you big guy, I never get used to your fashion sense, it's...well a thing." Clare with a bandage under her eye still from the squirrel incident smiles and nods, "So I hear your Claremont folks are doing good work. You should have come to Santa Monica I still say." Tyler chuckles, "Oh come on all this in one of your locations and we'd never get work done. We still got to get that B2B call done by the way, get all the reps on a video call before the month is out. Hey I'm on the clock so we have time later, or come search me down."

He gave handshakes to the pair of them and moved on. His size like an icebreaker as smaller individuals moved out of his way, while bigger folks and heroes let him by.

[@FourtyTwo]

Question time!

And Tyler is ready. He walks up to the stage and smiles broadly, "Hey there! Ms. Halliday, Madam Calliope, a pleasure. Being a rear echelon worker for the SDN company commanding the masses with Socials." He turned and raised his left hand as and swished it as if directing a symphonic orechestra, "But I came late to Hero work you see." He admits readily, "I was gifted a chance to become a hero through luck, be it bad or good, and being in the wrong place at the right time. Being able to play both games gives me great chances to help people and play up others at the same time." He grins broadly, giving a bow and stepping back and to the side. Scanning the crowd, meeting the eyes of the other High Roller Six, before scanning the rest of the room, the whole time he keeps a mask of careful smile and warmth on his face. 

Somewhere in his mind he thinks to himself, [i]Something feels off, but I can't put my finger on it.[/i]

Turning his head carefully he met James' gaze, quirking a scarred eyebrow curiously.