John Waldmann
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As John sat in his study leafing through various documents John received a message from his mother in-law. She was reminding him to drop of his kids at their house before attending the charity gala. He had almost forgotten about the event, too busy with his current investigations into the sordid lives of small town Americans.
He walked upstairs to his room to dress in more formal attire. As he walked past his children's rooms he said, "C'mon kids, it's time to head over to grandma's place." Dean sighed as he turned off his computer before packing his bag for the night. Sam was slightly more excited, rushing to grab her already packed bag before sprinting outside to the car.
"Are you going to get anything for us at the Gala, Dad?" John looked back to his daughter on the backseat, where she was lying down, who has asked the question.
Before he could answer his son said, "There isn't going to be anything worth getting anyway. Just a bunch of uselessly expensive shit." Sam gasped and pointed at Dean in the front seat saying that he swore.
John lightly knocked Dean's shoulder before saying, "Your brother, despite his colorful language, is probably right. I'll try to get something for you guys but if I don't I'll just grab you two some ice-cream." Sam asked if they could get both. John chuckled before telling her that he'll see what he can do. This resulted in a large smile from Sam while Dean knowingly shook his head.
After dropping his children off at his in-laws John sent a message to Eleanor, asking if she wanted a ride. The two had started casually dating a year ago. John wasn't quite ready to start a new relationship after his wife's death but his in-laws insisted that their daughter wouldn't want him be lonely because of her. There was something that drew John to Nora but he couldn't quite explain what it was. He didn't think it was love, it wasn't the same feeling he had towards Jane, but there was something there.
Nora hadn't replied to his message, which was uncharacteristic of her, so he assumed that she was busy and he would meet her at the charity gala. He started his car engine before lighting a cigarette and driving.
When John arrived at the charity gala he was approached by Mrs. Picket, the organizer of the event. "Thank you for attending Mr. Waldmann."
John returned her greeting and shook her hand. He then asked her, "Is there anything here that you think children would enjoy? My daughter really wanted something from here."
Mrs. Pickett smiled before handing a card to John, the card had three numbers printed on it. She then invited John further into the gala as she gestured in a general direction. She said with a knowing look, "I'm sure you're much more capable of finding something for your daughter and for yourself." John noticed the look in her eyes but didn't understand the meaning behind them. He gave her a slight bow and thanks before walking in the direction she gestured.
John noticed several people attending, some familiar and others who weren't. He observed them talking among themselves while walking down the various tables, looking for anything that caught his eye. There was a silver ring with a stag's head instead of a gem or diamond. John thought it looked interesting and placed a bid for a couple hundred dollars, wanting to gift this to his daughter.
After he wrote down his bid he overheard the Voigt sisters talking about Adrien. When he overheard them talking about Adrien's 'flings' and Liesl's desire to be 'flung' John couldn't help but laugh to himself, shaking his head. He knew Liesl from frequenting her workplace, as it was one of the few places in town that had a valid liquor license. They had gotten to know each other better after his wife's passing because that's where John would try to drown his grief in liquor.
After looking through other items in the gala John noticed Grayson eyeing a medieval bow and quiver and placing a bid for it. John and Grayson had worked together in Essex's police department, they were among the few officers who weren't corrupt or paid for. John walked up behind Grayson, placing his arm over his shoulder before saying, "I doubt that's going to be anywhere close to as useful as your sidearm, mate."
John smiled with his arm around Grayson before his eyes were drawn to an old hunting knife that was lying next to the medieval bow and quiver. Unlike the other items in the gala John was uniquely drawn to the old knife and he couldn't explain why. He released Grayson before placing a bet for the knife, hoping to obtain it. Turning around to face Grayson he said, "How is the old workplace doing anyway? Frank still running the joint and handsomely getting paid or have you managed to finally make a change? Because frankly, I couldn't be bothered trying to fix that damn place."
He walked upstairs to his room to dress in more formal attire. As he walked past his children's rooms he said, "C'mon kids, it's time to head over to grandma's place." Dean sighed as he turned off his computer before packing his bag for the night. Sam was slightly more excited, rushing to grab her already packed bag before sprinting outside to the car.
"Are you going to get anything for us at the Gala, Dad?" John looked back to his daughter on the backseat, where she was lying down, who has asked the question.
Before he could answer his son said, "There isn't going to be anything worth getting anyway. Just a bunch of uselessly expensive shit." Sam gasped and pointed at Dean in the front seat saying that he swore.
John lightly knocked Dean's shoulder before saying, "Your brother, despite his colorful language, is probably right. I'll try to get something for you guys but if I don't I'll just grab you two some ice-cream." Sam asked if they could get both. John chuckled before telling her that he'll see what he can do. This resulted in a large smile from Sam while Dean knowingly shook his head.
After dropping his children off at his in-laws John sent a message to Eleanor, asking if she wanted a ride. The two had started casually dating a year ago. John wasn't quite ready to start a new relationship after his wife's death but his in-laws insisted that their daughter wouldn't want him be lonely because of her. There was something that drew John to Nora but he couldn't quite explain what it was. He didn't think it was love, it wasn't the same feeling he had towards Jane, but there was something there.
Nora hadn't replied to his message, which was uncharacteristic of her, so he assumed that she was busy and he would meet her at the charity gala. He started his car engine before lighting a cigarette and driving.
When John arrived at the charity gala he was approached by Mrs. Picket, the organizer of the event. "Thank you for attending Mr. Waldmann."
John returned her greeting and shook her hand. He then asked her, "Is there anything here that you think children would enjoy? My daughter really wanted something from here."
Mrs. Pickett smiled before handing a card to John, the card had three numbers printed on it. She then invited John further into the gala as she gestured in a general direction. She said with a knowing look, "I'm sure you're much more capable of finding something for your daughter and for yourself." John noticed the look in her eyes but didn't understand the meaning behind them. He gave her a slight bow and thanks before walking in the direction she gestured.
John noticed several people attending, some familiar and others who weren't. He observed them talking among themselves while walking down the various tables, looking for anything that caught his eye. There was a silver ring with a stag's head instead of a gem or diamond. John thought it looked interesting and placed a bid for a couple hundred dollars, wanting to gift this to his daughter.
After he wrote down his bid he overheard the Voigt sisters talking about Adrien. When he overheard them talking about Adrien's 'flings' and Liesl's desire to be 'flung' John couldn't help but laugh to himself, shaking his head. He knew Liesl from frequenting her workplace, as it was one of the few places in town that had a valid liquor license. They had gotten to know each other better after his wife's passing because that's where John would try to drown his grief in liquor.
After looking through other items in the gala John noticed Grayson eyeing a medieval bow and quiver and placing a bid for it. John and Grayson had worked together in Essex's police department, they were among the few officers who weren't corrupt or paid for. John walked up behind Grayson, placing his arm over his shoulder before saying, "I doubt that's going to be anywhere close to as useful as your sidearm, mate."
John smiled with his arm around Grayson before his eyes were drawn to an old hunting knife that was lying next to the medieval bow and quiver. Unlike the other items in the gala John was uniquely drawn to the old knife and he couldn't explain why. He released Grayson before placing a bet for the knife, hoping to obtain it. Turning around to face Grayson he said, "How is the old workplace doing anyway? Frank still running the joint and handsomely getting paid or have you managed to finally make a change? Because frankly, I couldn't be bothered trying to fix that damn place."