<strong>Name:</strong>Tyler James “T.J.” Matautia<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Back Room of the Underworld Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midday (ish)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>So Fey excused herself politely and left the bar, stumbling out towards the light. Clay swore a bit, grabbed the coin and burned himself.<strong>”The… Hospital reception. The doc can get all three of us in the pediatric ward this evening, to keep an eye on the kids. Start our investigation off right.”</strong>The man tossed a business card on the table, then left. TJ offered a discreet handwave with each departure. Until… There were just the two of them.<br/><br/>And he looked at Simone. For a good long moment. To say that she was attractive would be like saying the sun is kind of warm. Of course, both were smelling like booze and had slept on chairs and tables. So not exactly putting their best foot forward. He took a moment and looked at the symbol that was now seared into the palm of his hand. TJ smiled softly, then widely, chuckling at himself quietly. Looking back at her, he closed his hand and rubbed the pumpkin symbol with his opposite thumb.<strong>”It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.</strong>Taking a napkin he pulled a pen out of his jacket and scribbled something on it, folded it in half, then got up. He walked around the table to Simone, placing the folded napkin before her well-manicured hands.<strong>”My cell phone number, doctor.”</strong>He looked at her for a brief moment more, a slight smile crossing his face.<strong>”Call me.”</strong>And with that invitation, he walked to the exit as well. TJ smelled like an animal… And he had to prepare for tonight.<br/><br/>He guessed that he would need today’s sleep… For the following nights would be long ones.