<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/PrincipalNeutron.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Albert Neutron<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Principal Neutron<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Principal of Nebula High<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Town of Nebula - Red Robin<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>The school day was over and thus ended the first day of classes for the year.  All in all he had to say that things had gone rather well, despite some rocky spots, mostly involving Carter and his corrupting influence.  The principal had made his way in his car, a blue 2011 Kia Optima from the school campus to the 'town', which was about a mile away.  Pulling into a spot at the Red Robin, he put the car in park and took a moment to ensure that he was presentable in his rear view mirror.  Adjusting his glasses, he nodded and straightened the light brown suit jacket that he wore, along with his tie.  To the principal of Nebula High, every occasion was at least somewhat formal.<br/><br/>He opened his car door and slipped out, shutting it behind him before he walked to the front door to the restaurant, gently pushing it open and moving inside, where he was greeted by a young woman in a pair of black slacks and a Red Robin polo shirt.  She smiled warmly and motioned to the tables.<br/><br/><strong>"Good evening, Mr Neutron.  Would you like your regular table tonight?"</strong><br/><br/>He smiled and shook his head.<br/><br/><strong>"No thank you, Mary.  I'm having dinner tonight with a larger group.  We'll need a table to fit at least six... maybe more."</strong><br/><br/>Mary beamed.<br/><br/><strong>"Of course.  Right this way.  It seems that you're the first of your party to arrive."</strong><br/><br/>She turned and began to lead the older man to the back of the restaurant, where there were a few people dining... most likely family to workers and staff at the school.  She led him to a large table that looked like it could hold about ten people comfortably.  She motioned to the table and spoke cheerily as he sat in one of the seats.<br/><br/><strong>"Here we are.  Can I get you a drink to start you o0ff while you wait?"</strong><br/><br/>He smiled and nodded.<br/><br/><strong>"A rum and Coke, please."</strong><br/><br/>She smiled.<br/><br/><strong>"Of course.  I'll have that right out to you."</strong><br/><br/>So the man sat and waited for the others to arrive.  By the time anyone else arrived, he already had his drink and appeared to be fiddling with his smartphone.  Angry Birds for the win.