<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 -> Kitchen -> Patio<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:  Star, and several others<br/><hr/><br/>Adriano wasn't particularly a fan of rare meat, especially when grilled like this. Rare meat had a time and place, but it wasn't here. Medium was the way to go. So, not seeing any immediate takers on his offer for something that wasn't beer, Adriano went inside to the kitchen to go ahead and mix some drinks. He figured he'd mix a second drink anyway, in case someone was interested or if he simply wanted a second drink for himself. It'd make socializing more fun, if nothing else, he thought, considering how wild Demi, Star, Clint, and some of the others were.<br/><br/>He went into the kitchen and first grabbed the vodka, knowing that it would be the best thing to try and hide in some sweeter liquid. Then he changed his mind, deciding to make a margarita. He got two glasses on the counter, and within the span of a few seconds, had poured tequila, triple sec, and lime juice into each of them. He thought he had the proportions right, but he may have added some extra tequila just in case. This was a summertime drink, right? Adriano hated the taste of beer, much like his father and most of his family. Maybe it was Italian, maybe it was just his family, or maybe he just liked the efficiency of hard alcohol. Or maybe he just liked making mixed drinks that sated his sweet tooth.<br/><br/>Whatever it was, Adriano was on his way back to the patio relatively quickly. He saw the others interacting as he walked out, and almost bumped into Star as she stole a drink a from Jason. He managed his footing well enough to keep both drinks in his hand, though. That would be Star, sneaking around and causing some trouble. Less trouble than Demi had gotten herself into, though, he saw. Turning his attention away from that spectacle and back to Star, though, he offered his second glass. "Drink? I've always figured you to be more of a hard alcohol person than a beer person. Or was I wrong about that?" he asked her.