<div class="floatleft">(https://ih0.redbubble.net/image.507443861.4472/pp,550x550.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Diego "Mr. White"  Reyes <br/><strong>Location:</strong> Entry Hall &gt;&gt; Bar<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 5ish<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, Mask (https://img.etsystatic.com/il/84c7ad/1279319292/il_570xN.1279319292_khdu.jpg?version=0)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Mia, Clover <br/><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a <br/></span><hr/><br/>Diego was amused by the young woman, not that the mask would reveal the way his features shifted. Everyone pretended to by someone else when behind the mask, if this was who she was then he was no one to judge. His mask would come off soon enough, he didn't care those around them knew who he was. There was no secret identity to maintain,  a spouse or government to represent.<br/><br/>"Do you keep a busy schedule?" He asked, letting the conversation flow. Diego simply pointed at a bottle of brown amber liquor, signed a few fingers and the tender moved to retrieve the order. "Are you waiting for a goodie bag at the end?" He teased, a smile spreading across his face. "This party ends when you want it too. If you see something you like you go and take it, play with it and be done with it if you wish." Diego shared, nodding his appreciation to the tender as he set down his drink and moved to cater to other guests.<br/><br/>"It varies from person to person, some want to keep who they are a secret. Your elected officials, men of the cloth and other questionable sorts. Some don't care, I am one among them. Tonight, no one cares who you are, how much money you have or how you got it. Everyone here is looking to fuck, plain and simple." Diego continued, removing his mask, the requirements of the masquerade had been met. "I'm Diego Reyes, but Mr. White has a good ring to it. Shall I call you Ms. Gold?"