Gray had already taken up a spot on the bleachers for himself in an out og the way corner where he wouldn't disturb anyone. The thing about fireworks was they could get all romantic so while he was inclined to catch them every year - this would make him 46 for 46 - he tended to do so from a position that wouldn't end up with him getting all up in someone's business by accident. The younger set tended to hang out in backyards or down by the beach and it was a mix of families and loners that made their way to the high school for picnic lunches, fireworks viewing, and an easy exit before kids got too overtired to be put to bed at a relatively decent hour. Much more his speed than the other, more popular (and populated) locales.
He wasn't really paying Misty much attention; he knew her from being around but didn't really know her from Adam, and while he was aware of her presence in his general vicinity, he was far more preoccupied with the food he'd packed for the evening's events. It was nice to have dinner al fresco and to people watch as they all poured into the area.
The feedback from the speakers was unwelcome, but also expected. Inevitably, just about every year, this happened, whether it was from mismanagement or from someone with electrical tendencies getting their prank on. Still, it warranted abandoning his drink for covering his ears as the ear splitting sound filled the area. Misty's outburst drew his attention then, and he smirked a bit, nodding in agreement with her sentiment. Might not have been the wording he'd have used but the message would have been the same, had he spoken up.
"Happens every year," he offered to her, lifting his voice to get her attention, "You'd think they'd have it figured out by now but..." Gray shrugged, taking a sip from his lemonade. "... here we are. You on duty out here today?"
He could assume she was, based on stance, movement patterns, and uniform, but you know what they say about assuming: you shouldn't.