Re: Registration Table: Jason + Angie
It had been a weird week, and Jason was game to forget about it. He was also scanning the crowd for a familiar face, because he was a glutton for punishment, apparently. No sign of Gwen, though - not even with her hair dyed, which he assumed was what she meant when the claimed a grand disguise. He didn't exactly have high expectations for the espionage skills of a girl grown in a lab and born almost yesterday.
He spotted his hunting partner instead, which meant the game was on, and it was time to abandon his search for the time being. He had a beer in hand, held loose-fingered around the neck of the bottle, and wore a leather jacket old enough to have a driver's license. It recognizable as part of the uniform of a certain violent vigilante, but only to the police force of a city about a thousand miles away. And as far as that provenance went, it didn't look like much - plain black, beat to hell, worn at the elbows and soft from wear.
Jason was not an egg hunt guy. He wasn't an 'events' guy, or a 'town spirit' guy, or an 'organized anything' guy. But he was still here, with his dumb nametag pinned to his shirt, drawing up to the beautiful girl with the matching tag. He wasn't exactly sure why he'd come, aside from an opportunity to scope the other residents of the town, which never hurt.
"Hi," he said, eloquent to start, and offered her a hand. "I hope you're good at spotting eggs," he said, with a smirk. "I'm colorblind, so good luck."