<div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong><br/><strong>Role:</strong> Hand (security/general labor)<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Clean black T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br/><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>English<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, everyone else in passing<br/><br/>Kepler was a little late to the festivities. He was always a little late, frequently the last one to filter in, as he'd learned he couldn't enjoy himself anyway if there was one thing that needed doing that shouldn't be left undone until the morning. That and he'd also taken time to clean up, his dark hair still a touch damp and curling at the nape of his neck, and change into clean if not exactly festive clothes. He wore a snug black T and his newest pair of jeans, pretty much his standard uniform, but he wore it well as always, not the sort who required a wardrobe to attract attention.<br/><br/>His golden brown eyes took in the crowd as he entered, assessing the room as he entered though he was about as relaxed as he ever was. It was force of habit to read the room, to look for potential trouble spots before they erupted even if the objective was revelry...for some, especially if. That thought led him to seek out Kink, not too hard to spot given the garish colors the clown wore, but things seemed under control on that front for now though had Kepler heard the biting toast he might have felt differently. He was glad to see Mariana out and about, the kid should cut loose every once in awhile though she was looking a little unsure about it all at the moment, and then there was Chloe. His eyes couldn't help but stop there. She looked like a figure from a tinted old photograph come to life, the color of her soft and blurred a bit around the edges save those blue eyes of hers, not quite from this time but not from any other. But she was always like that, something to be admired just not from anywhere close, especially if being within ten feet of her made you feel like a fucking caveman. <br/><br/>"Evening, ladies," he said to the twins as he passed them, taking the bottle of beer he was handed with a nod of thanks and moving along. So too did he pass the Mariana, Chloe and Kink, lifting the bottle to them in a greeting and a salute, before he noticed Lexie and Lawrence enjoying a dance. Interesting. Kepler glanced at Elizabeth wondering how that was going down then found himself doing a double take as he realized Lexie wasn't wearing anything but paint. He was only human, he let his eyes linger over her for a minute...she was a cute girl and if she didn't want people looking she wouldn't have come out like this. It wasn't work after all, it was just family. <br/><br/>He'd set his sights on Elizabeth when he'd noticed she was sitting apart, anchoring her own little end of the table rather than mingling. maybe she was out of sorts. Maybe she was just mulling things over, observing while she made up her mind. Either way, he'd start with her, pay his respects, have a drink, and see what else the night would bring.<br/><br/>"Everything's squared away in my night, how about yours boss?" he asked as he slid into a chair near to her and took a pull of his beer. His eyes looked back over the crowd and he sighed seeing Kink going at it with a knife and then a bottle. What were the chances this was going to end well? Maybe his night wasn't so squared away after all.<br/></div>