arms cross over broad chest, alert azure gaze surveying his surroundings, switching from face to face. he knows no one here, save for the men he’d brought along keeping tabs around the perimeter and the friend who’d requested his presence at the party. naturally, he’s above seeking to enjoy himself during work, the mission being to keep watch over the guests since there was high speculation that something might go down. such was the way with the rich and famous, he supposed. you always had someone show up who intended to start shit. and who would he be to turn down a job that was for the greater good ? well, for the greater good of his wallet, at least.
roach’s voice bleeds through the radio’s static, confirming his location and status, worm following. all appeared to be in order, and with just a few dreaded hours left he’d be headed to the pub for a smoke and a pint - away from this noise. christ, he thinks, I’m starting to sound like price. that is, until he noticed a straying individual. not obviously part of any group and notably keeping to himself, soap tensed. “ might have trouble here, standby, ” he radioed quietly before stepping out of his spot and approaching the bloke. “ everything alright, mate ? lookin’ a tad lost. ” / @sabteur / sc.