"Now if I wanted to play Freddy Krueger in a closet with you I would just ask, believe me handsome," Lainey declared sweetly, tossing Otto a wink from behind her mask before her smile faltered just a little. He was serious, wasn't he? "Do you seriously not know about what happens in this town?" How could you not? If it wasn't the news, or the social media updates, it was every barista, waiter, bartender in town whispering about it. This poor man was in for a rude awakening. At his question, Lainey's brows furrowed in confusion; the hint of flirtation she had been emitting now subsided. "Who is Gabriel? I've never heard of him."
"I mean, shit, I don't fucking know. I just moved in and.. I've been watering my plants - oh yeah, is that weird? I like plants, not hot right? and shit, I just play hockey. I-" Otto was usually the master of spewing bullshit to play cool in these situations, but the idea of his brother walking around a town with some rabid killer prancing around, had him flustered as fuck. "Shit, fuck me, sorry. Apparently i'm the handsome idiot who is blowing my cover of having any idea what i'm doing." He chewed his lip before grabbing for another champagne flute, all of it suddenly going straight to his head. "I'm Otto. I'm hoping to find him. But if you can't help me with any information about my mystery bro, maybe you can help me keep watch so nobody has a chance to Krueger us before you get the nerve to ask me to get a little weird. I say we do the next best thing and drink this open-bar dry." He looked her up and down, "unless you need to... I don't know cry? Was she.." he cleared his throat, nodding towards the image again, "your... friend?" This masked girl weirdly peaked his interest, and he probably just fucked it up.















