<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 - Heading towards the Garage<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Allison, Taras, Chris<br/><hr/><br/>Adriano looked over and saw Allison's hands covering her face, from his compliment. Her hands had a bit of roughness to them, from working with cars, but they also looked delicate, and had some colorfully decorated nails. There almost seemed like there were two sides to the girl. He wasn't sure how her attitude was to outsiders or strangers. It was true that he was somewhat of a stranger to her, but they were both part of the family, and that made things different. Adriano felt his spirits rise a little as Allison giggled from his compliment. These were the sorts of things that never happened to him when he was out with the other gangs. They weren't really his friends. So Adriano had to come back here every now and then, so that he didn't become one of them. Though he did walk the line quite narrowly.<br/><br/>He walked down the stairs, heading towards the garage. More specifically, towards where his car and the hidden fireworks were waiting. He was sure Taras knew about this already, as the man seemed to know what Adriano did. Sometimes Adriano forgot whether he had told Taras, or if the man had simply figured it out himself. Either way, he didn't think Taras would object to them. He didn't even have to think about Chris, he would've loved something as crazy as that.<br/><br/>Adriano looked back at Allison, who seemed to have taken a bit longer to respond to his question than normal. He didn't mean it to be an intrusive question, but it was more of a general conversational inquiry, as he might have done to anyone in the family. Of course, the fact that it was Allison blurred the lines a little bit. She had always attracted his attention a bit more than most women. He sipped on his drink as they reached the bottom of the stairs, by which time Allison had finally answered. He thought maybe there was something wrong, that he should check on her a little more. But then again, he was the kind to do more thinking than was necessary, and less talking than normal.<br/><br/>What she last said did ring a tone with him, though, "Yes, it is nice to be able to come back here, it feels like it makes all of the other problems better. Even if they're still there." There were some things brewing in the outside world, but Adriano didn't want to think about those things at the moment. There was an appropriate time to think about those. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, he opened the door, gesturing for her to go ahead of him. "In any case, these fireworks are loud enough to make you forget any of those problems. Except maybe this one." he said, holding up his now empty glass.<br/><br/>As he headed towards his car, he saw that it was fine. Maybe it was just his cautious self, but he always checked if his car was tampered with before going to it, though that was hardly necessary here. "You don't?" he asked her, his eyes twinkling as he opened the trunk of his car. It had been modified to include the space that the rear seats were in originally, so it was quite spacious. There were a two or three boxes there, and the assorted equipment required to launch those large fireworks that were lurking inside those boxes. He chuckled, though, "I'm not a huge fireworks person, this was a one-time thing. I imagined the others of the family might like this, though, would you agree?" he asked, as he let his arm slip off the top of the trunk and pull some of the boxes toward him, so they would be easier to lift out.</div>