Byron was a fan of the early evening, the setting of the sun so that he may free himself of his trailer and move onto someone else's. Dressed in a knit black shirt, leather jacket and dark slacks, Byron stretched his limbs as he exited his trailer. The plan for the free evening would be to pick up some tastey morsel before having to pack themselves away again. The Moving Day curfew always annoyed him as it limited his time for fun.
Having ignored the approach of the person behind him, Byron grinned when he heard the disgusting accent of his ex-lover. Well, a brief lover in days rather than over months, but an exe still.
"Hmm, sorry, mate, you missed the war." He mocked as he turned to lean against the outside of his trailer. "First Isla and now you, Sheep Fuckers everywhere."