<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Tight-fitting red T-shirt and brown shorts, barefoot<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:  Juliana, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Adriano watched as several of the others went off on a run. That was normally his thing, except he liked doing it at the location of the race, right before getting into his car. It was a weird quirk of his. He turned his attention back to Juliana, though, as they left. She seemed a little dazed, and Adriano wasn't quite sure if she was going to reject him or not. But of course, then she responded, with even higher stakes. He would've expected no less out of anyone in this house, which was actually quite a good thing, he thought.<br/><br/>A devilish smile played on his lips as he heard the full stakes. "Sounds like you have a fucking bet right there, Jules." Adriano said with a chuckle, as he shook her hand without a second of doubt. After all, he wanted to seem more confident, at any rate. "The winner gets to take the pictures, too." he added, just to be sure. "No better evidence than seeing it first-hand, right?" he said, as he gave her hand a shake. He smiled as he heard Star up her stakes with Clint, satisfied that their bet was wild enough to make Star think she was upstaged. Which she was, given that a hammock was in theirs.