<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>: Kitchen<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:  Juliana, Star, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Adriano came in with the last few trays and slid them into the fridge, noting where Juliana was. "Well if you weren't sitting here slacking off, I wouldn't be." he said, as he plopped down on a chair in the table, pretending to be exhausted from all the work. Adriano didn't really have a chance to respond to Juliana when Star came in at just the right time to catch that last bit, which she no doubt found amusing.<br/><br/>"Maybe she just has an apron fetish from thinking of you cooking breakfast." he responded, looking off to a corner as if he was trying to imagine it himself.. "Unfortunately you'll be cooking some of that greasy shit they eat in the South, given Clint's taste." he said, with a tone of partially mock sadness. "Next time I should make a bet to get you cook me dinner or something, that'd take far more effort, too. And I'll let you wear an apron!" he said to Star, before turning back to Juliana. "Hmm, she was awfully reluctant to go to your bedroom. Maybe she does have a thing for hammocks?" he said to Star, though he did flash a smile at Juliana for his jab at her, before he leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs and arms.<br/><br/>Adriano was a flirter himself, given his Italian background, but never had he been in such an incessantly flirty environment as this house. Whether that was for better or for worse though, remained to be seen. For now, Adriano simply enjoyed himself. And tried to get himself calmed and pumped for the race, at the same time.