<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/36827_421832359861_518524861_4822950_3819136_n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Taras Ivan Markovski<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Co-Leader / The Muscle<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the open Dining Room<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Claire, Adriano, Allison, Piper<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     The tall Ukrainian gave Adriano a nod and almost let a grin show, perhaps the alcohol was starting to finally sink in. Taras was fairly bottled up with any displays of emotion or feelings, but he tended to come more out of his shell when he drank. He loosened up a lot, which most of the crew was able to appreciate. Deep down he had a slight sense of worry about Rosha and Chris - but he was confident in their abilities. He rationalized away the worry and besides - he didn't want to kill the mood of the party.<br/><br/>     He noticed most everyone was caught up in conversation, so he made his way over to the grill that Alisa had stolen away from him, seeing the meat finished and just a few odds and ends still in the works. He was far too hungry to wait for all the accessories, so he picked up a plate and tongs and plopped on a bit of BBQ's meat to get himself started. <strong>"This looks good..."</strong> He said in compliments to the chef. <br/><br/>     After he had gotten enough food on his plate to placate him for the time being, he turned around and took in the rest of the crew. Some were getting fireworks ready, others were just chit chatting with on another. Piper was in one of her usual fits, which didn't surprise him too much anymore. Even Taras had his minor bouts of rage from time to time, but he usually kept those to himself.<br/><br/>      His eyes wandered over in Claire's direction, she seemed to be equally confident that Chris and Rosha weren't in any trouble, and her energetic personality put him even more at ease. Taras had always been attracted to Claire - ever since they were kids in school. Well, before he'd dropped out anyways. Claire had stuck with it, and was making a fine life for herself so far. She was still really close with the crew, but he wondered if it would ever work out between them. From time to time it seemed like she might have similar feelings for him, but she was equally talented at hiding how she truly felt - so he could never get a really good bead on her.<br/><br/>     His gaze shifted over then to Allison as she talked with Adriano. He didn't like it. Adriano was a decent guy, but he probably had the darkest job on the crew - and half the people in the room didn't even truly know exactly how deep into the underground Adriano really was. Taras didn't want Allison to get caught up in that. He was concerned about her, as any protective sibling would be... but there was a minor twinge of jealousy that he felt as well. His eyes narrowed for the briefest of moments when he realized that he actually was slightly jealous. He'd never really thought about Allison in any other way than as a sister... yet for some reason her womanly qualities were standing out to him at the moment. Was it the alcohol?</div>