ridin' against the wind

"You look like you can hold your own," he countered while holding back a small smile. As he eyed the card, Gabe felt the shift between them. It wasn't the first time that his profession had roused nerves in an unsuspecting bystander, it wouldn't be the last. "Not at all, you're free to come and go as you please. I'm just a fellow following a lead, a trail of mysterious hospitalisations, in an otherwise unassuming town. Believe me, I'm hoping it won't be much more than coincidence." Of course, Gabriel Guzman didn't believein such a thing.

Alright, Colt definitely could not argue that point. He shrugged. "Yeah, ok, I can't argue wit' that." At least it sounded like the reason Gabe was there had nothing to do with him. He also could not argue that there had been some weird happenings in town, so it was probably good someone was looking into it. "That'd be nice. I hope so too." He did rather doubt that, though. "You seen or heard anythin' so far t' make you think otherwise?"

Okay, so maybe a game made by Hasbro wasn't exactly a prime spot for demon lounges, but he'd heard some freaky stories about them that made him not want to chance anything. "I don't know, it could happen... I've heard they can possess a variety of things."

Alright, he had a bit of a point. Colt had heard some pretty wild stories about people claiming things were possessed. Still, a demon being summoned by a Ouija board was a little too obvious. "Yeah but wouldn't they stick t' somethin' less obvious? Everyone 'spects weird things t' happen wit' that game. One o' 'em should try t' possess, I dunno, a toaster or somethin'."

Sunny turned around and grabbed some napkins out of the dispenser, which was close enough that he didn't have to squeeze through anyone. "What do you do for work that gets you covered in grease?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Taking the napkins, Colt started to pat at the wet spot on his shirt. "Oh I work at Hangman's Garage. Crawlin' 'round under cars ain't 'zactly th' best way t' keep your clothes clean. But if you ever got a problem wit' your car, bring it in an' I'll fix it righ' up!"

Mirage was well practised in keeping her cool, but there was only so much she could do when something was completely outwith her control. Those papers were important, and if they ended up in the wrong hands, who knows what would happen?

"You're welcome." He nodded and handed them to her, glad he had gotten at least some of the papers, but he wished he had caught them all. Colt glanced around, then gestured off to the right. "Uh, I think they went over that way. Don' know how long they'll stay there in this wind, though. Sorry 'bout that."

"A snowball fight? oh, it is so on!"

"Sounds good t' me. Gotta warn you though, I throw a pretty mean fastball when it comes t' snowballs."

"Demons. That's what I'm scared of," Kronk shuddered. "And what if you forget to say goodbye? I heard that if you don't, you leave a portal open and who knows what would come out..."

"What? You seriously think a demon's gonna get summoned outta that board?" Granted Colt really had no idea what you were and were not supposed to do with a Ouija board, but he would be hard-pressed to believe a demon could come from it. "It's jus' a goofy game. If someone tries to get it t' spell out 'you suck,' d'you really think a demon's behind that?"

Morgan was always happy to see Colt. Sometimes, masc hairstyles could be so boring, but that was never the case with this guy. They loved playing around with those thick, wavy, luscious locks. And he wasn't too bad to look at either.

Colt laughed at the thought of getting a side shave. Maybe it might look alright, but he was not ready to lose more than just a bit of his hair. "Nah, don't think I'm ready for that. I'm gonna be keepin' alla these curls for sure," he said as he sat down, "Sorry for bein' borin'."

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Colt had never been that great at cards, so joining a poker game probably was not the best idea, but when he had ended up in the basement and the game had just been getting going, he really could not say no. Besides, they had only been betting candy, so he could not exactly lose a fortune. Which was a good thing, because Chelsea was sounding beating everyone else at the table.

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He was glad she had gotten the bike fixed in the end. Colt was sorry he had not been much help there, but his experience lay with cars, not bikes, and he had not wanted to screw up her bike by making a mistake. "Oh good, I'm glad t' hear that. Sorry I couldn't be more helpful, but I didn't wanna wreck your bike 'cause I don' really know what I'm doin' wit' 'em."

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A lot of people had turned out for this party. But then when it was an open invitation, surely that was only to be expected. Though that did mean that Colt was having to shoulder his way through the crowd at times, including to try and get a drink. Obviously everyone else was having to do the same, so when he felt the touch and the apology, he waved the guy off.

Guinevere was currently spending Halloween at Town Hall, and while Sofia had wanted to join her in the official town celebrations, she knew that her stepmother would be busy socializing. Besides, she would be attending the party with Lady, most likely, and Sofia didn't want to intrude.

Colt had not wanted to sit out Halloween, but he really had not felt like going to the party being held at the town hall. That just was not his style. So when he heard that someone was hosting a house party, that was more up his alley, even if he did not know this Lightfoot guy. But if he was inviting anyone and everyone to drop in, clearly he was down for a party.

Misty wasn’t usually one to eavesdrop, she sat outside enjoying the sun. However there was a couple loudly fighting across the park. She looked to the side to avoid being caught staring.

Colt definitely was not trying to eavesdrop. He had just been minding his own business, trying to finish his lunch. But the couple were being so loud that it seemed the entire park was privy to their disagreement now, including his neighbor on the bench.

It was her fault, really. Sabrina had a bad habit of not looking where she was going. Sometimes when she bumped into people these days they would ask her for her thoughts on the clouds before Sabrina could offer her usual cloudwatching excuse.

Colt had been so distracted, he had not even realized who he had bumped into, but now that he had, he could not deny that she had a point. They did seem to keep quite literally bumping into each other. Trying not to spill any more of his drink, he waved off her apology.

“Nope. I don’t mess with ghosts or tarot cards or Ouija boards.”

"C'mon, none o' that stuff is real," Colt scoffed, "What're you scared o'?"

Abby shivered, wringing her hands together impulsively. The weather change happened so quickly, that she thought she'd have more time to prepare. "God... my hands are so cold..."

It was getting colder, and Colt did not blame her. He himself had his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, and he nodded in agreement. "Uh huh, I feel that. Can't believe I'm sayin' this already but maybe it's time for gloves."