<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/Antonio%27s_Costume.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Antonio Vasquez<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hanging Outside of<em>Eden</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Best Bud Zach<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Still Friendly, Feisty & Flirty<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>An All-Leather, Male-Version of a<em>Maleficent</em>Costume<br/><hr/><br/>Antonio was tempted to say that the allegedly poisoned chocolates had a delicious creamy center, and that he had filled them himself, but he refrained. Zach was coming around. There was no need to be overly suggestive with his best bud. They were friends after all, workout buddies and video game junkies, but, for the time being, not much more than those two things, which was fine with Antonio. He was proud of the fact that he could have a normal friend and not one who insisted upon benefits, as he had so often had in the past. Granted, his lines of work, as both a stripper and an escort, took him down that path, but not with Zach. Zach was cool. Zach was like that older brother he never had. Sure they got a little flirty from time to tome, but nothing more.<br/><br/>"<strong>Yeah, you owe me big time, bud,</strong>" Antonio jokingly reprimanded, with a friendly punch to Zach's shoulder, as the topic of his birthday was brought up. "<strong>I ended up spending it with this guy who wanted me to dress up as Starlord, ya know, from <em>Guardians</em>, while he wore a Gamora costume. It, well, needless to say, it got more than a little weird. Thankfully, the gig paid well,</strong>" he nonchalantly concluded, letting his words just sort of trail off.<br/><br/>To be perfectly honest, Antonio wasn't a fan of chatting about his escort work. He'd bring it up, here and there, but he was never one to give away too many details. In his mind, it made him sound cheap, not to mention that most of his clients preferred to keep things on the down low. More than half were either married or in a relationship of some sort and a good third usually proclaimed they were straight. So for him to go around naming names and chatting up a storm about his latest conquests, would only be bad for business and, well, his pretty face, which would probably end up getting smashed in if he blabbed too much.<br/><br/>"<strong>So, besides holding up this brick wall, what's on the agenda for this evening?</strong>" Antonio then questioned, looking for a way to change up the topic. "<strong>The night is still young. We could, uh...grab a drink...or something.</strong>"<br/><br/>