9:00 - Mia & Dante
However subtle it was, that little shiver did not go unnoticed. "Clever prankster," he remarked with a grim smile as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and seamlessly put it over Mia's shoulders. "Or someone with a bit more malice who also knew about your past. Do you have a list of possible candida—"
He was cut off abruptly as someone came barreling around the corner and nearly knocked Mia over. The only reason the guy in the silver suit didn't was because Dante had managed to get himself in between the two of them so that he took the brunt of the charge. So much for his care with his drink; it went all over the carefully charmed pushes, but not his companion. Looking back, he saw the man stagger back and shake his head, like he'd been rattled. Dante didn't smile, but it was a little gratifying. "Hey, you okay, man? Maybe watch the booze there a little."
Silver Mask shoved said object back and glared balefully at them both—the Brightstar kid. The vet, Kent. Dante found himself feeling a certain amount of respect for the murderous look in the kid's eyes. Most of the time a glare like that was an empty threat, but he recognized the intent and willingness behind this one in particular. The doc had a rep for being a grouchy asshole, but even his purported 'murder face' had been relayed with a certain fondness that left it toothless. This was not the case now. "Fuck off," the boy spat. "And get the fuck out of my way."