@josblackwell
Scout made his way through the crowds, ignoring the voices of thousands of people that his ears could now pick up. He wasn’t here to eavesdrop, he was here to lose himself in a colourful oblivion, to have fun. He finally arrived at a bar, something he deemed necessary for his fun, to get his mind off his daughter. She would be fine, she was safe and looked after, he told himself as he downed his beer at the bar, earning him a look from the bartender, but he didn’t care. With his second beer in hand, he wandered out into the throng of people, not entirely sure of his destination when his eyes caught sight of the back of a familiar figure. "Hey sexy,” he said over her shoulder as he walked up to her, like some frat moron trying to flirt with her, before coming to face her with a devilish smirk.