#nate 004.

"They said they would call me when they had something, but -- but how long is that going to take?" Lydia shook her head, rubbing at her tear-stained cheeks with her hand as she sat herself down on the couch. She'd only just walked through the door moments before Logan and Nate arrived, having spent the last few hours at the police station with her father filing a missing person's report. The officers on duty seemed to be just as appalled by the idea as they were, wondering how someone could have so easily impersonated law enforcement and gotten access to a police car. Moreso, why had they targeted Landon specifically? None of it made any sense in her head. "And now I'm just supposed to sit here and wait? What if they took him out of the state? What if he's hurt? I should be doing something, I should be looking for him, I -- I don't...what am I supposed to do?"

If there was one thing that Malcolm hated more than obnoxious guys that wouldn't take no for an answer, it was obnoxious drunks that wouldn't either. That particular night was a busy one for the Raven, which meant that Malcolm was helping to keep an eye on things inside rather than check IDs at the door like he normally would -- which is how he spotted one guy being particularly pushy with one of the dangers. After a few attempts to peacefully intervene, the male ended up calling for back up from some of the other guards after this patron started getting mouthy, ultimately getting him kicked out on his ass -- but not before spilling his full glass of whiskey all over Mal's t-shirt.

"God dammit," he mumbled once he was back inside, tugging at the sopping-wet fabric as he headed towards the back office. The smell was strong -- pleasant, even, but Mal tried not to think too much about it. Once there, he gave a small knock on the open door before opening it further. "Hey, you got an extra shirt lyin' around here? I really need to stop comin' in here wearing white, it's like I'm asking for trouble."