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Tactical Breach Wizards: Fireteam Hex (Military, Modern, Fantasy, Action-Thriller)

Out the Front, Out of Sight
And a Lesson on how to blend in

Day 2
Novi Grad,
Novy Jork,
Streets and Apartment

Silas thumped along in the team, looking back the way they came. And the carnage they left behind him.

Damn, and they haven't even been here all that long. He groaned, "We got a destination?" He asked. And so they did, it took abit but the team burst into an apartment. A single occupant and then they now have a safehouse.

Ideas are tossed about and Silas listens carefully. Then pipes up, "I'm going to go looking for some local clinics, I'm a medical man, I can do somework and see what news and medication I can swipe. If we're lucky I'll have painkillers and other things so we can all have some on hand stuff, and I don't have to run through gun fire to try and get to you all."

As people started to split up, Silas doffed his carrier plate vest, his big KS23, but kept his knife and knuckle dusters.

Day 2
Novi Grad,
Novy Jork,
Bas Street Medical Clinic

Silas had walked into the clinic 45 minutes ago. People had stared at him suspiciously. The receptionist, a tired young woman ready to rattle off a rote line, she stopped when Silas produced his medical license. She stared, unable to immediately process a medical professional walking in and offering services. A doctor and clinic admin was called. Silas ended up in a small office. And he laid it out, he's in for the day, has some time, knows that there's always a need for Medical help, he'd seen the full clinic waiting room. And then he revealed he has magic. And showed it by punching an older man with a broken shoulder. A quick jab, and the man had cried out in shock at first getting a good hard jab to the chest, then with delight as his shoulder had knitted.

This started a hours long session, things that actually needed attending too were brought to Silas in an exam room, he'd hear their problem, and if he could he'd heal them with a poke. IF he couldn't he'd send them to the local hospital in the area. Not even he can work miracles on Cancer.

Throughout the day he drifts in and out of the clinic medicine room, pocketing hard syringes, medical supplies that could be missed like bandages and tourniquets and what not. Medical things that can be missed and at the same time prove useful to the team.

Later that Day at the safe house

Silas walked back in grinning, placing a roll of cash on the table, his contribution then began to empty his pockets, bandage bundles, painkillers, a bottle of smelling salts, a few medicine injectors, things like penicillin and other useful bits incase any of the team got sick.

Silas then sits down and pulls a can of imported beer from a pocket, "Just a little pick me up." He announced.

He's about half finished the can when it's announced they're going out again. With a sigh he gets to his feet, grabbing his pistol and tucking it away, along with an extra mag, then the KS which he hides under a longer coat he finds, along with a handful of shells, enough to atleast contribute to a fire fight, and well his ever present knuckle dusters.

"Fine fine. We'd best be careful." HE looks around the room, "Anyone need a touch up?" He flexes his fists his knuckle dusters glowing, and grins wickedly.

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

It's off to the Party!
LA is not ready

In dapper suit, much more fashionable then his normal power suits he wears when he's not in his armor in fact, Hat Tricks alterego, Tyler Ermineskin, comes out of the office. He's even tied a few extra feathers into his hair, pulling on his First Nations Heritage as well as his kickass fashion sense.

He skips down the steps, and even does a little tap dance step as he comes down. The man can be multi-talented when he wants to be. Reaching the last step he grins and points at the car, and flashes a thumbs up, "Eh-yo team, we're all looking good." The fashion crazy when he's not smashing heads crazy Canadian grins broadly.

Slipping into the car he nods, looking around, "Well damn they gave us one of the swankier limos for the trip." He brought out his phone and checked the Gala Guest list, wondering who they might meet along the way. As he looked at it he stopped, "Oh...well hello."

And begins to pour out a little bubbly champagne, no he's usually not in for alcohol, but sometimes you need to indulge. Just try not to get shitfaced on the light stuff, usually hits you the worst down the line. He picks up a flute, "Come on, let's get a little loose before we hit the real party." He smiles, "Hey everyone..." He lifts his phone and snaps a team photo, "Hehe, that's going on the socials."

Seconds later, the Claremont SDN official Xit pings.

@ClaremontSDNofficial @Team A @ClaremontHeroNews

Posted by - Tyler Ermineskin SDN PR

The just taken photo.img

And here is the Wild A Team, suited, dressed and booted, on our way to The SDN Gala in Hoolywood.

#Party! #Damndemlegs #Idontdrink #butiamasocialdrinker #ifyouhaveadrinkthensocialI

Tyler chuckles, "Hmmm no that won't get us into trouble. There have been worse hashtags posted by more popular Heroes and SDN PR reps."

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

It's stick work, going out your door.
Wait hold on! This is supposed to be the Dance Arc!
....Line!

After suiting up, Hat Tricked checked the work phone. Seeing the Dispatch.

He stands for a moment or ten, I beg your finest fecking pardon? He messages back then shakes his head, Verified on my way out.

Soon he's racing down the streets, watching the streets as he goes power strides as he skates. And at the same time he cycles through his songs so as he pulls up to the site music begins to play. He pulls up next to the police officer. Then looks at the scene, "What the hell?" He took in the situation and nods, "Okay...okay...get your people out of the site for a second or two. And tell the ones in their car to shield their faces."

He then shocked everyone as he turned back around and raced back up the I-10. Zipping between waiting cars. Giving high fives as he passed cars and people reaching out in greeting. He heads about half a mile down the road before turning back, and pushes hard, building up momemtum. Police and First REsponders quickly move out of the way. The people in the trapped car ducking and shielding themselves.

As he gets closer a new song plays. Ice and cold already crawling up his legs and arms. He grits his teeth and giving a skip-hop movement, he punches an arm forward crying out, "Eureka Flow!" a cold spray of cold air and snow slush spraying out over the honey, the gathering insects and car and silver tanker.

Now why you may ask? A few reasons. One - Honey crystalizes and hardens in the cold making it easier to move and to manage. Two - The cold causes most insects to go into preservation mode, staying grounded and weathering the icey tempertures. And three, it creates a fantastic cool path in the Cali heat for first responders to get to the trapped car. But he may have overdone it just a teeny tiny lil bit, as his cold snap spray power, causes a faux snow fall to start around the crash site. Hat Trick looks up and hum, "Well hells bells I didn't think I could do that." Said as the First Responders start to climb the hardened honey and ice sheet to make it to the car. Hat Trick then walks rather then skates up and helps the Rescue Crews to reach the trapped folks in the car. He grabs one of them who's covered in a thin layer of slightly hardened honey and a very faint rime of cool slush and helps them free of the car, "Well hello there aren't you a sweet thing." He says and gets a swat across the chest from the young man who he's helping.

With a chuckle they get the pair free of the car, and out of the honey trap. Yes I just said that.

Once free and clear the clean up begins. Hat Trick helps out again, the layer of ice and cold still around his arms. The big cryokinetic hero skip step forward and calls again, "Eureka Flow!" Recrystailizing the honey, and this time a black cloud of flies, bees and other sweet seeking insects fly rather then stick around. Shovels and scoops come into action. breaking up the solid mass of golden sweet. Hat Trick spraying it a few more times while clean up continues and traffic moves around the accident.

As things wind down HAt Trick hums, "This is a great calamity all that sugar." The cop who greeted him nods, "Tell you what." The cop looks at him, "This could have been worse." The First NAtions man says. The cop blinks, "Eh? How?" Hat trick grins, "It could have been maple syrup. This would have been millions spilled in cash rather then thousands." The cop swats him this time. Many people forget Hat Trick is Canadian, bacon, poutine and maple syrup are national treasures.

With the clean up winding down, Hat Trick checks to make sure everything is copacetic before turning around and hopping the railing and using some ice to slide down to the ground below. He whips out his phone then.

Dispatch successful. That was alot of Golden Treasure wasted on the road. Heading back to the building to suit up for the Social gathering.

Oh great time to be a Social Butterfly

Hat Trick makes it back to the SDN building about 40 minutes later, having stopped a time or two for pictures and PR moments. Gotta give the people out there the show sometimes.

As he climbs the steps rather then skates up them he stretches, "I'm gonna be dreaming about honey and maple syrup tonight I just know it!" He says in James' general direction as he passes making for the locker rooms. "Best suit up proper for this..."

And disappears inside.

About 20 minutes later he comes back out, headed for the breakroom, out of his hero suit and in his "HERO" suit. A four piece purple and gold formal suit. A power suit in all the right words. Golden buttons, on dark purple silk and linen. Braided wrist cuffs, golden cuff links, a powerful purple tie with golden thread woven through it. Boot cut trousers in dark royal purple. He's even rebraided his hair so it hangs down in back in a single long black plait.

And into the breakroom for a cuppa before finding out what the plan for the Gala is.

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

Not down to Clown
Wait what do you mean we gotta be Social?

The Carnival aftermath

Hat Trick walked up to the police line and dumped not one, not two, not three or four, but six alive...heavily beaten but alive clowns. Freshly beaten no less. He sighs and dumps them at the back door to one of the prison wagons. He growls, "There's quite a few more in there. If you're people go on a sweep look for where parking signs should be, I made sure to place the ones I could find again near them." I dusted his hands off, then headed over to where the team is gathered, "Well that was a good day don't you think? Little fun, and then a lot of fun."

The big bruiser groans and stretches, "Civvies safe, Clowns and Clown Prime defeated. What else is there to do? Oh!"

Tyler Ermineskin whips out his phone and begins to post up updates for the Socials.

As people head back to the Office the big hockey fella, actually calls a cab, not bothering to skate back again. Everyone looks like they'd been through the wringer.

After the Aftermath
Friday, The Breakroom

He hurts.

Aches even.

So much pain!

Adrenaline is a helluva drug. He'd limped into the SDN building that morning, the tension of the fighting and all. He leaned back in the chair he'd claimed. Opening his eyes and peering at James, "Atleast put some back bacon on that thing to make it worth eatting!" He called to James when he pulled that burger out of the microwave.

He groaned and stretched in his seat, tensing up then trying to stretch his body from head to toe. Until a rather audbile pop in his shoulders and back, "Ohhh hell yes."

Then asked, "So, half a shift of Dispatches then? or just go running off to the Gala?"

He nods, "Fine, but the Gala ought to be fun. Black Tie huh? Let's see how many people actually show up like that. I can wear one of my "Power Suits" Hat Trick laughed then skipped to his feet, "Oh damn I need to go and stretch, still so achey!"

Tactical Breach Wizards: Fireteam Hex (Military, Modern, Fantasy, Action-Thriller)

Just enjoying things in the end

With a grunt, Silas shouldered open the door.

And the first thing he saw was the butt of a gun whistling his way, he turned at the last possible moment, the buttstock missing his temple and instead striking across his cheek. With a stagger he keeps moving forward, and the big Lipoli medic bulls right into the poor fella, a private in the force. Probably the kids first roll out with the group he's with. He almost feels bad. They go down in a tangle. Legs and arms, if someone didn't know better maybe it'd look like something lewd. Right until a dazed Silas rears his own shotgun up and brings it down hammer style on the new bloods forehead.

Crack...

...crack...

...crack!

Three times. And only then does Silas' head stop ringing. Coming back around to see the kid gasping, his left eyes swelled shut already. Will he survive? Maybe...if someone else doesn't get to him first. Silas gets up, and looks around, and pumps a big 4 guage round into the knees of another enemy mark. His legs coming out from under him. Silas places a finger on the private he's straddling now, "Don't get up...you try anything and I won't be so nice next time..." Silas spits abit of bloody saliva to the side, "Fucking kids."

Getting to his feet he sweeps the room, "Well...this is fun." Finding nothing else to end, he gets to his feet.

Checking the room, letting Felix do his thing. By now it sounds like the rest of the fighting is winding down. Or slowing as something else happens. Silas peers out a window, "Ahhh heck...nothing is every truly over here in Polavia is it?" Silas looks to Felix, "You good?" But before he can see the answer Silas climbs down to ground level, "Who's this then?" He motions at Upswing, until he steps closer, "Well Malaka another Reactor cast off."

He's about to step forward and check the team, his knuckle dusters glowing, when yet another face appears. SOmeone who knows Borys, and saying we busted up a business meeting.

Silas groans, "Always something else."

His big shotty comes up and it kicks, but the pellets scatter as the dog he shot at phases then phases back in, "Skata! Alright...so we'ere beating feet?" He turns and scoops up a smoke canister off one of the bodies, "Eyes and ears!" He says as he pulls the pin and tosses it behind them, covering their escape somewhat. Always something else it seemed like.

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

Hat Trick Here! Civvies Safe, now for the rest
The Clown Hell Carnival

Hat Trick skidded to a stop, the ice behind him already fading. He panted, and looked around he'd gotten out as many civvies as he could. He turned to the civvies, "Stay here, get out of the street. Call the cops!" And he pushed, ice forming in front of him as he started to gain momentum again. Heading into the smoke and slowly starting fires as the clowns started to cause havoc. He built up some speed, so the first group of clowns he found were met by music at first. And his voice as he sung the lyrics somewhat okay, "Look...if you had one shot....one oppurtunity...to sieze everything you eever wanted....would you capture it....or let it slip..." And then he hit them. Eyes wide in manic glee, and his arms wide, decking the 5 of them with a big rolling tackle. He's rolling to his feet, leaving the clowns wondering where that semi-truck came from. "Lose yourself!" He shouted, then punched a gloved hand into the round, before ripping it up like an upper cut, a pillar of ice lifting the clowns, and freezing them within it.

He called into Comms, "Hat Trick, I'm back in the fray, got as many of the Civvies out as I could. I...may have lost a few." Another push and he raced into the carnival, grabbing a straggler, a old lady, carrying her out of the way of the two clowns who were about to jump her. He deposited her on a bench before turning 180, and back up the ice path he made himself. Grabbing both the clowns by the collar, carrying them along before luanching them into the side of a large trash bin with resounding clangs. HE growled, "What's the..." He gets cut off, "Hat Trick, can you create like a ice path to Gaggles?" I turn, and look around, "Blackstar? A path? Yeah."

He pushed off, and began to build up speed, "What's your position?" Several people gave him an idea of where the fight was going on.

He grit his teeth building more speed, more power, more momentum. Ice trailing up his legs, and up his torso then down his arms. "Clear a path!"

He shouted as he came racing around the corner almost fully incased in ice and looking like a moving glacier. He came rushing up with a new song blaring on his speakers. As the music swelled and the famous LA Hero and Rapper Kung Fu Kenny shouted the lyrics, Hat Trick leapt into the air, with the help of an ice ramp, he roared, "Raaaaaahhhhh! CASCADIA THRUST!" Then landed, two walls of ice to either side and rough slush paved the way to where the fight between Gaggles and other was being raged.

He turned to the other members of the Team, "Go! I've never done something like this before! I'll keep it open." Frost and cold vapor wafted up off the hockey themed hero as he kept the path open for the others.

It's only after most of the team has crossed that he races in after them, digging into his armor looking for those heavy duty zip ties he carries, even as someone pulls some cuffs, the ice walls already starting to crumble. He throws the already made zip tie cuffs to someone, anyone, before stepping around them and going to head off a few clowns coming to try and back up Gaggle, "Oh no, you got my ire up now! Com'ere! I have a hankering for a Cross Check Combo!" And he's on them before they can slow down seeing the big iced up bruiser bearing down on them.

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

Chillin' at the Carnival, let's play!

After the photo op, Hat Trick had signed some signature books and the back of one of the kids cosplay armour. Then off into the carnival proper itself he'd gone.

Once inside he'd headed for Game Row, strolling the games, playing a few paying for some kids to play with him. He'd done his level best to make it fun for those who approached him and fun for others who didn't have the ability to take part. He's playing one of those spray the target games with a full seating arrangement of kids and a pair of teens. It's so close, and their second game. As he tries his best to stay on target his eyes flash up, and over, why is there a truly freaky looking clown over there. Clowns...flipping clowns. He looks back just as the buzzer goes off, someone won and it wasn't him. He starts the cheer for the winner, and then slips the carnie a 50 bill to get the kid one of the better stuff.

He gets up and is moving to the next game, when he spots another crazy looking clown who's...doing a slapstick act with alot more stick then slap. When the clown sees him he stops annoyingly tap the trio of young kids who have stopped to watch the clown. Big ol Hat Trick hims and starts to move on.

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He's being chased by a dozen kids a short time later, a rabbit in his arms tucked into the crook of his arm, a few grabby handed kids tryign to grab the poor scared beast. Finally he tells them to slow down because the bunny has started to stamp his chest in fear. Explaining they are making the bunny frightened. As he does he spots another half dozen freaky looking clowns stalking along outside the petting zoo. He gently puts the bunny down, the kids gathering but being really gentle with the quaking animal.

Hat Trink hums and keys into the Dispatch Comms, "Hey Dispatch? I'm noticing some really odd things at the Carnival, some truly hideous clowns roaming around. It's...well tossing up red flags. I'll keep an eye on it."

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Abit later Hat Trick is trailing a cavorting group of about 11 evil looking clowns who are doing flips and hand springs down one of the mezzanine aisles, "This is odd..." He hits his comms again and gets a burst of stack, "Ahhh...fuck..." Forget there being kids around. That hurt.

As he paces along, things begins to turn. He stops and spins, that's the sound of fighting. He knows that all too well. As one of the team tanks, he knows it well. He begins to move, ice forming as he gathers momentum.

But then all things go wrong. The Clowns start drawing weapons. Families start to run.

All thought of going to join the fight lost. These people need help. Hat Trick taking a deep breath in, and then thunders, the kind of holler that you can hear across a loud Battle of Alberta game in the middle of the Ice District in Edmonton. The Kind of shout, that pierces even the sound of fighting and the screams of horror and fear, "Everyone! Get to the south exit! Run!" And he accelerates, gaining some power from the motion and momentum. His speakers crackled.

And played.

Hat Tricked kicked forward a thing streak of ice, just large enough to put his feet down as he gained some push. he put himself in the way of a pratfall of clowns. HE skidded to a stop, and threw his arms out wide, his tomahawk in hand now, the safety cover on the sharp end of the blade, he's not about to bleed anyone unless it's needed, not if he can help keep his record of no on purpose deaths going. He growls, "Eyes on me!" The clowns slowing finding themselves facing the oilers purple, gold and white of THE Hat Trick, "Let's say I count coup huh?"

He grins, taking several deep breaths, ice crawling up his arms as he forces his ice powers into overdrive, he'll regret this later.

He switches the music as he does. A new song playing.

With a leap and a push, he unleashes that ice on his arms and legs, a heaving pushing wave of ice, and snow and slush, like a wall of cold rushing at the clown before him. Frank Slide! He growls out, the wave slamming into a portion of the clowns, sending them reeling, but still more escaped out of the way, jumping clear and away.

Hat Trick turned and poured on the speed, trying to stay ahead of the clowns, grabbing four kids two under each arm, and skating hard for one of the exits.

He hits his comms, calling to anyone on the SDN line, "Clowns! Clowns everywhere! No this isn't a joke, I'm evacuating civilians. I don't know what's going on, but I'm trying to get clear!" He dodged as a clown tried to jump him, keeping the kids close. He really should have created a barrier too damn it. That was stupid of him.

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

Off to the Carnival, look out Mr. Barnum

Walking into the SDN front door, a little later then his normal 6am, looks like he had gotten home safe atleast, Hat Trick waves as he sips at a absolutely huge large double double, in one hand, which also cradles one of his work phones, as he's speaking, "Yeah yeah, look SDN doesn't do military or armament sponsorships." He nodded, "Yeah but I'm not saying that individual heroes or Phoenix program members won't." He waits again, "Yeah, if you want to put the idea through for a member of an SDN team for a sponsorship, or say a brand deal, then put your request in to the PR and HR teams. HR will have to vett it and PR will look it over and try and swing it for you...brand demos? Tell you what, send the crates, if one of the team members wants to use what you're trying to get out, then maybe you get a foot in the door...uh huh...me? Tell you what send the request over, if your tomahawks look good I may just carry one out to start a brand deal...yep...okay yeah send the request to SDN Claremont HR and PR, and the teams will get back at you...yep...yep..." BEEP! He hangs up with a grin.

And far too chipper after a drinking night he calls, "Good morning Claremont SDN!"

Crap Typer Ermineskin is definately a morning person...that or he's a Terriffyingly Tired Tern and he's not either a night or morning person and he's always this chipper.

He chuckles, as he heads for the locker room.

Looking around, seems like everyone survived getting home.

When the Dispatch alert comes through he's half way through belting on his armor, "Hmm...a Carnival? Like rides and candy apples and the like? Can we take part in the games? Maybe try and get in with the shows? I wouldn't mind helping out in a show or two."

The team begins to move.

With one last tug he gets his armor on, "Anyone want a piggy back ride?" He calls to the team as they make ready to leave. Now wouldn't that be an interesting thing. Riding on his shoulders as they go. He tugs at his gauntlets and belts on his tomahawk. Leaving the bladed hockey stick behind this time. With a grin he makes his way outside.

"Last chance!" He calls, as he steps outside, a line of ice forming in front of him.

While he limbers up, stretching and making ready for the trip out, he also cycles through the play list of music in the suits internal storage. He bobs his head as one of his earbeads plays some samples. People on the street seeing Claremont's own Hat Trick waving some stopping waiting to see what he does next. The charismatic brawling bruiser waving back and grinning.

Soon though he grins, his speaker clicks, static. And begins to play.

Hat Trick sweeping his arms open wide, "CLAREMONT!" He shouts, one of his classic call and reply. Those people nearby hear it, and some respond, "Hit!" He grins and as the music swells he calls again, "CLAREMONT!" a response, "Hit!"

Hat Trick grins as he steps down onto the plane of ice getting ready to push off, "Team A's going to be at a Carnival uptown. You guys wanna see your favorite heroes and Phoenix teammates out and about? Come check us out!" He turns a young man, grinning comes racing up, squaring up with the big hockey themed hero. Hat Trick grinning, measuring the young man out, and right there the pair trade faux blows, until Hat Trick picks the young man up in a bear hug and faux shoulder slams him into a pile of soft snow he builds for it. LEaving the man laughing for getting something fun in, "We'll see you there Claremont!"

And with a push, Hat Trick sets off for the Dispatch location. Tagging on the SDN app, "Hat Trick here, heading to the Carnival, this is an interesting idea. Who came up with this?"

Tactical Breach Wizards: Fireteam Hex (Military, Modern, Fantasy, Action-Thriller)

Pop pop...creak...boom

Silas shouldered the door open. A single soldier on the other side reeling, while others beyond him staggered. The rest of the team breached below.

Silas raises the big KS23, shouldering it, bracing, and still it pushes him onto his back foot, the massive shotgun, sending heavy buck shot into the soldier. And sends him sprawling, leaving his left shoulder and left side of their chest a red mangle of human hamburger. Silas coughs, "Here I am, having dug my hands into the belly of a reeling man, and seeing someone get hit by this gun still makes me a little queasy."

Silas and Felix picked their way forward, firing and moving. Silas covering for Felix. Felix letting Silas move up. He grabbed then slugged Felix at one point healing him from a ricochet, "Close quarters it's fun!" He growls, "Ah hey Malaka!" He shouts as he rounds the corner and hig big ham fist caves in the jaw of a PSA grunt charging them. No healing magic though, that was all impact. The man still manages to kick one of Silas' legs out making the big medic go down, and luckily dodging the ripple of fire from an SMG ahead of them. Silas lays into the decked soldier a few more times, "Stay..." he hits him, "Down..." hits him again, "Or...." again! "Else!" He ends with a big hammer blow, the grunt will survive but wish he didn't. By then Silas' ire is up, good and well, his knuckle dusters blazing into healing light then he forces it down, saving it for the team, "Medical Call out! how's everyone doing!? Ah Putanas yos! Try and stay safe until I can get to you!" He crows into their comms.

Ahead the control room. Movement inside. He waits on Felix, "Windows and doors...we can try a dynamic entry, one of us take a window the other shoulders the door?" Below the shield soldiers. Silas leans over the gantry points down and peppers some of the shield-men below with the big 23mm, 6 guage shotgun, "I want to get very drunk after all this is over!" He growls, then readies back up on the door, dodging fire from below.

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

Everyone in the Crew gettin' Tipsy...except Tyler

Sitting down with the Intergalactic Witch, James was the casual looking one amongst Hat Trick, Eclipse, Princess and Payback.

Tyler Ermineskin had doffed his armor, sitting there in his Oilers themed powersuit. Oilers Blue, on Orange and White, four piece, vest, jacket, shirt and a nice straight line silk trousers. There's always that one or two guys in a bar that are dressed sharply, and it looks like Hat Trick claimed one of those spots!

He leans back on his seat and picks at a plate of poutine. A bottle of diet Pepsi at his elbow. With a broad grin the middle aged Redskin calls to James, "Hey there man, come to join the party...dear god what monstrosity did you buy to eat?" He chuckles as he fists some gravy drenched fries with bacon and cheese curds, "not mine is any better yeah?"

He sips his soft drink with a sigh, "don't understand how you all can drink that poison though. Blah, but each their own. Just don't expect me to carry any of you home." He says with a broad Cheshire grin.

He picks some gravy off a finger "We did really good today I think. The Socials are alive with whats been going on...something to be proud of."

He looked around the room at the team chilling, "whos turn is it at the karaoke machine? Mine?" And up he gets. Cycles through songs before starting to belt out a few songs by ACDC. Not a carenin thr world if he sings off key.