<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/grRW2aD.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Marcos walked in wearing wet clothes while holding onto his wet jacket. Not a very normal situation for one to be in. However, the look plastered on his face wasn't a look of defeat or humiliation. It was one of total satisfaction. If you were to look at his face closely, you can expect that the rest of the night will be with this man being a very humble man.<br/><br/>But being entirely wet wasn't a bad thing. The clothes stuck to his body as if it was a second layer of epidermis. His finely toned and sculpted body showed through his clothes. Pure muscle forged from martial arts was displayed as the now humble and tamed man walked through slowly in the Commons. He noticed Jim for a split moment before a look of slight recognition glazed his face.<br/><br/>"Hello there. You look familiar. Scratch that, EXTREMELY familiar."<br/><br/>Marcos held out his hand to shake with Jim.