Gregory Vederman walks into Christy's ringing the bell, soaked by the perpetual rain. The party seemed to have picked up from what he was told. Laughter coming from the booth on the right, in which Sergent Cooper, Inspector Scott, Constable Farbridge, and Sir Lauderdale were seated sharing an almost finished platter of cookies. He walked a little deeper inside.
"Why, hello there Constable...."
"Vederman, Gregory Vederman. You can call me Greg, or Vede if you'd like."
"Oh, well, I just put some tea on the kettle, should I pour some for you?"
"Coffee, please."
Christy gave a rather inquiring look at this.
"Oh! I'm a Libertonian, haven't had coffee in ages. Can't seem to pick up the taste for tea."
"Ah, don't see many Libertonians in the BPA. The coffee will take a bit, not many people ask for coffee here. Please, sit wherever you want. Need anything else?"
"No, thank you. If I need anything else I'll surely call."
She left at this with a nod and a twirl of her skirt, prompting a lingering glance from Greg. He sighed lightly, and picked a booth three seats over from the party, not being a usual party goer himself. Putting his feet up on the seat across from him, he decided to pick up the paper and read how many headlines the BPA didn't make for their good work.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.