<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/53/36/ac/5336ac2891c09faa781d4b12200935fc.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Carlos Ortega (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14271546#msg14271546)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Front <br/><strong>Time:</strong> Late to the party <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> As in picture + a mask<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> <del>Mia (mentioned), Sophia, Open</del> Withdrawn from game. <br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Is late so trying to blend in<br/></span><hr/><br/>Carlos was late to the party and it wasn't like him. Lately, he had been that much buried in work that he forgot the meaning of the word ‘fun’. Ever since his father retired, it seemed that he put up his hands altogether and left everything on Carlos’ shoulders. His shipping company, Ortega Shipping Limited, was doing well and he had to thank his staff and probably himself. Big responsibility. Thanks to his father too. Carlos needed some time off for sure.<br/><br/>He received the invitation from Mia Romero not long ago. It was exactly then things came crashing on his head and he realised that there is life outside work too so he made a note to go to her grand Masquerade party.<br/><br/>And of course he was late as he rolled in one of his Aston Martins. Wearing a dashing black and grey suit with a white shirt and a tie, he looked just right for the occasion. He stood 6 foot tall with dark brown hair and a little stubble which always got the compliment from women. He smiled as he looked at Mia’s grand house. The music was not too loud as he walked in to find people in masks and a pleasant environment. There was nobody at the reception so he made his way in and looked around. People were busy and chatting to each other. He needed to blend in.<br/><br/>Then he spotted a young woman wearing a lovely black dress making her way to the hallway with a glass and a straw in her hand. She was taking a sip from the straw and seemed to go in no particular direction. Perfect. Slowly, he made his way to the young lady, not trying to obscure her way and coming across as pushy. He waited for her to slow down and take another sip before slipping in beside her. “Thank heaven there is a bar here,” he said opening a conversation. “I'm late to the party and the bar is the first place I can think of going to. Hello there.” They had stopped in the hallway which was good. He looked in her eyes behind her beautiful mask and gave her a smile. “Your first drink?”<br/>