<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos had passed by the bar expecting it to be closed, but when there was no sight of Lea a mile later, he turned his car around and stopped it in front of the bar. He let the motor run, while he was checking for Lea. He opened the door, entering the filthy bar accompanied by a lot of cold air. Lea was sitting at the bar, her head buried in her hands. He walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder. The bartender looked at him with a worried face and Carlos gave him a glare.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"How many of those did she have?"</span><br/><br/>Two fingers went up and Carlos sighed loudly, throwing some money on the bar.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Give me a bottle of Jack..."</span><br/><br/>The bartender wasn't acting immediately, but a cocked eyebrow of Carlos was all it needed to make a bottle slide over the bar to Carlos. He took it with one hand, while the other hand grabbed Lea at the waist and lifted her from the stool. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Hey, the lady may not want to leave with you!"</span><br/><br/>Carlos head jerked around to the other patron in the bar. It was bulky young man, but none of that kind Carlos would fear being on his own. He starred coldly at the young man, but then he pressed Lea closer to his side.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Now, why don't we ask the lady then. Do you want to leave with me?"</span><br/><br/>Something in Carlos voice indicated that it would be not very wise of Lea to say no.</div>