<div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDx5aF-CrEImja-ATW2GktOFHjgwZjkP_QIoXF3IfpjD9xXnXz)</div><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Adriano Guillermo<br/><strong>Title:</strong> Black Market Liaison / The Informant / Driver<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Crew's Loft Apartment - Kitchen<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras, Piper, Allison<br/><hr/><br/>"Well, maybe we should just go ahead and start the fireworks then." he said to Taras, half-joking. "Maybe it'll help them find the way home." Chris and Taras were the two cornerstones of the group, so he knew that they wouldn't let him down. Taras was here, in any case. They would get home safe, most likely. The recent gang scene had not changed much, or at least had not changed enough for Chris and Rosha to suddenly get caught.<br/><br/>He saw Piper storm out, and saw Alisa cooking away excitedly. Their group had quirks for sure, but that just made it more exciting. Unlike those boring gang members he was with half the time. It was almost as if half of them didn't have brains. The people here did. Allison was one example of that. She had the skills to pull off being a driver and a mechanic. "You know, not many girls your age could pull off being as good a mechanic and driver as you are." he said simply, as he stared into the distance, thinking, and sipping his drink.<br/><br/>"I have been good. Busy." he replied to Allison. "I spent quite a bit of time procuring some special fireworks for us tonight." he said. "I know, a shame, right? No worries, the family will grow closer with time." he said, as he smiled at her. "How about you, how have you been?" he asked her. As he asked her though, he turned to face the stairs. "Would you like to come with me to the garage, and we can bring the fireworks up here now, before we start eating?" he asked her, motioning for them to walk and talk. And drink, of course.</div>