<div class="floatright">(http://www.ticketonline.de/obj/media/DE-eventim/galery/kuenstler/d/david-garrett-10-2009-006.jpg)</div><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Nicholas Trent<br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Scientist<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Garage; Loft<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras Markovsky, <br/><hr/><br/>The clinking of glass, the sloshing of liquids, the hiss of chemicals mixing and the soft sound of the clock ticking on the wall. These sounds were Nick's company during the day. Even though the Fourth of July was a day off for him, Nick had stopped by the garage even earlier than usual today, setting up show in the little chemist's workshop he'd set up in the back of the garage. It wasn't exactly a laboratory, but it got the job done. He'd been messing around with nitrous/fuel mixtures, trying to optimize the performance on a new car that had come in. There was some big race coming up soon. Nick didn't pay attention to those details, normally. He'd know when the group was racing, and then he'd go. He wasn't one of the racers, anyway. At the moment, he'd entirely forgotten what sort of car the engine belonged to. He'd taken opened up the engine, tuned it up a bit, and got to work. Experimentally running the engine with each new mixture, he ate up most of the day that way. He thought he heard some tinkering behind him in the garage, but he was in the moment, and didn't pay it any more attention.<br/><br/>~~~~<br/><br/>Hours later, Nick was heading back to the loft. He'd spent most of his time tinkering, then, noticing that the light was rapidly fading, hours later, had rushed home. He got a quick shower, tugged on a loose. Nick was actually looking forward to his BBQ. It had been a while since he'd seen their entire quirky "family" in one place. It was going to be fun. Heading up to the loft, he noticed that Taras was there. The large Ukrainian man was tending to the grill. Nick offered him a cheery wave and a nod before grabbing a chair, and leaning it against the wall. He knew that Taras wasn't a big one for talking, he'd keep quiet unless the other man wanted to talk.<br/><br/>Allison and Claire were there too. Now there was fertile ground for conversation. Nick smiled cheerily. It was also a nice backdrop for any scene. "Happy Fourth of July ladies, and Taras. How are all of you doing tonight?"<br/><br/></div>