@raiden-dryad
After that crazy incident during that crazy Friday a month back, Tristan hand’t expected to see the strange but (un)fortunately very hot British guy again. He’d kep to his silent promise to phone that guy in, and he did, but crime reporting hotline had been a nonsensically impossible wait that day so he had to call it in the day after. That of course meant that, if the guy was up to anything nefarious, he would’ve had plenty of time to clean up before investigators showed up, but there was little else that he could do as he was not able to waste 911′s time on hunch on a busy day full of more serious chaos. He’d hoped that his little tip off, should have been necessary, had been enough.
His little stint of course, then made things super awkward when he ran into the guy again at a local club. Oh of all the days to let himself get dragged into clubbing again. Coughing uncomfortably into his fist, Tristan gave the guy a half not smile before immediately trying to look for exits. “Oh hey...it’s you...again...”
