come here often?

"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.

Dutch gave a small, short nod, even if the answer was already glaringly obvious. "Yea, I'd try the bar." He'd paused for an intake of smoke, looking back at the open doors as the nicotine clouds lofted higher. It was a sight that held too much hairspray, to much lace, too much smiles for Dutch to even endure. His nose wrinkled harshly at the concept alone of being close to a cha-cha-slide. Dutch'd rather someone break his kneecaps.

Otto sat in silence, giving this man a break from his own strange humor for only a moment, nodding his head mostly to himself as time ticked on. "I feel like we are really clicking, like we may be becoming best friends?" He lifted his chin to to sky, exhaling slowly, smiling to himself as he played on more. Otto listened to Tiff and this strangers relationship. He tried to picture the two interacting. He also couldn't help but wonder what this guy was truly thinking about these murders taking place, "She sounds like she was a shot in the dark. I'm kinda into that. Nobody can find who did this shit? There has to be someone out there who is prancing around waving red flags and shit.."

Location: A water fountain on the first floor of the Conrad Suites Status: Closed for @ottoxcasto

"I only had two tiny glasses. I promise... I fucking told you, Angie, I don't know what's going on, ok?! Shit, give me a fucking break!" Otto had stepped aside to promise his publicist that he was unharmed.. and totally sober. He was walking towards a foundation to hydrate and splash his face, as if that would magically help to wake him up fresh as a daisy for practice tomorrow.. and of course, allow his brain to make sense of what the fuck was going on. He aggressively hung up, heart racing in his ears, and immediately stopped in his tracks at the sight. It felt like he watched the other for hours. He only spoke once the other spoke first.

Stephanie wasn't always the warmest to new faces. Unless of course they were coming through Quick Fix and she was helping them with their car. But this man was definitely not from around Hidehill, so she'd assumed that maybe he was one of Tiffany's many suitors who was mourning the loss of her being in his bed or whatever. Her eyes studied him in silence for a moment, a slight chuckle leaving her nose as she entertained his joke, even slightly. "What kinda game we talkin'?" she asked softly, leaning back against the column behind her, taking another sip of her newly acquired champagne.

Usually people ate Otto up. He ruffled his hair a bit before deciding that this place was too fancy for fuck-boy-fluffed hair and he immediately regretted it. He looked around at the party-goers.. or in better words, mourners.. who didn't give a fuck who he was. Otto finished off his champagne before picking up another. This was probably a serious moment for all but him, so a game was risky. Even riskier when you don't know who you are playing against. Maybe this girl was seriously affected by this death.. or maybe she was here just because the town was. It could be a distraction for her or a way to pass time if she couldn't careless.. Hell, maybe she would be serious competition. All of these things combined only made him want to play the stupid game more. "It's called pin-the-tail-on-the-passerby." he grabbed at a stack of cocktail napkins, wiggling them close between them as he leaned in, "the rules are simple. we take turns. you gotta get the napkin to stick on whoever walks by. It can be tucked in their pants or belt.. or you can.." he licked the corner, "stick it to a dress. but it has to stay. no pockets. And you can't get caught. We have three tries each. Winner gets to pick a dare that the other has to do. You in?"

"Well I don't know. That's why I was asking you, sweetheart," Lainey retorted with a playful smirk as she peeled her attention away from Tiffany's piercing eyes and turned it towards her newest form of company. "It's really not important, it just helps to have any information possible when you're new to town and there's apparently a copycat serial killer on the loose, you know?" Flicking a tousle of brunette locks over her shoulder, Lainey peered curiously at the silver flask in the mystery man's outstretched hand. "You brought a flask to an event with an open bar? Suspicious... very suspicious. Should I be wary of you?"

Otto raised his brows, immediately liking the other. He tilted of his flask at the stranger, about to introduce himself, "You got me there, Love. I-" His playfulness cut short, what a fucking buzzkill. "Copycat s-" he stepped closer, this is what he got for using twitter as a news source. "Shit, listen if this is just some kinky way to play Freddy Krueger with me in a closet or something, you just gotta ask." he lifted his free hand in defense. Ignoring her question before chugging the rest of his flask like a fish. Of course the town he worked his ass off to get traded to would have this shit going on. He immediately thought of his yet-to-know brother, "So there were more? Do you know if Gabriel is ok?"

Of all the words, in any language, the ones spoken might have been top tier in terms of surprising him. It was something shown in the way Dutch coughed, a fist gone to his chest. "Well, fuck. Hello to you too," he said, a short laugh paired with the sharp shake of his head, the quick raise of his brow. As much as this town did Dutch in, it came back ten-fold some times in terms of entertainment.

"So I guess I'll have to find another partner to cha-cha slide with then, huh?" Otto smirked with his own cigarette now dangling between his lips. Normally, he'd expect an angry text from his publicist any minute now about someone snapping a photo of him smoking at a public event, but nobody knew him here.. and just as back-up, he was already planning his reply stating it was off-season and would toss in a fun emoji for good measure. Maybe a cute peeking face. Yeah, that would do it. He lit his cigarette before getting comfortable. Thankful that this guy seemed like he was on the same page as him. Maybe Otto could get some info out of him. "Yeah? I'll admit, that's badass. I mean, the open-bar part. If I died suddenly, i'd want the same thing. That and naked girls propping up my body in a thrown or some shit.." he inhaled, "shit, sorry." He exhaled a moment, "d'you know her? Care to clue me in a little more? That or we could dance."

@hidehillstart

Otto has noticed the stumble and smiled into his glass at the moment. It was weirdly intimate and somewhat he already liked her.  He was silent until the not number made her way to the bar, where he stood leaning on the bar-top. God, he hoped he looked like a Nashville resident. What did that look like anyway? He winced at himself, immediately regretting not wearing the cowboy hat his sister had begged him not to pack. he tilted his nearly empty glass at her, “to grace, yeah?” He winked playfully, “Fine.” He set his glass down and waved for a bottle, “since you’re begging me. How about a little game?”

location: the conrad masquerade ball, outside patio/balcony open: @hidehillstart

When Otto found the door leading out, he nearly got a boner of excitement. Fucking freedom. Why the fuck did he show up? Did he really think he would run into his siblings and be able to notice them in fucking masks? Did he really think that he would get to meet the whole town and suddenly understand all that was going on? His mind half spinning from thinking too hard and the come-down of a few bumps.. he hadn’t noticed he had been staring at the man, until he was spoken to. “But sir.. what if I don’t want to? I’m too nervous, teacher.. Gonna spank me?” God, today could get worse. He sunk down on a chair nearby, pulling out his pack, “Don’t mind me. Shouldn’t you be in there.. dance-crying.. or whatever is happening?”

status: open

Otto loved weird, he was all about weird.. but a fucking memorial party? In masks and costumes? It didn’t register in his brain. Part of him was grateful that he was in disguise. It gave him a chance to get a glimpse of town without being so.. exposed. Aside from hockey, he was here to hopefully find out more about his family, so maybe the masks didn’t help but it did give him reason to meet people who maybe knew something useful. He cocked his head as he looked up at the imagine of the girl.. Tiffany, if he remembered correctly. It didn’t matter, he would hear her name repeated in a few minutes by a passerby shortly to remind him. Damn, she was hot. He would defiantly smash. ‘Wait, no.. show some respect, Otto.’ He looked over at the voice, eyes wide like she might have heard his inner-thoughts. “Huh?” He checked over his shoulder to make sure he was the one being spoken to, “I mean, yeah. Totally.. Why? Is this not... what she would have wanted?” Idiot. He pulled out a flask in hopes to recover, “wanna sip?”

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