<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br/><strong>Location:</strong>P3 - Dancefloor to Bar<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Jinni, Paisley, Brie </div><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.nowhavefun.com/celebritypictures/d/54356-1/28+Eduardo+Verastegui+picture.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">He chuckled softly and nodded understandingly. "Word of advice. Us guys are powerful stupid creatures. Powerful stupid. If he hasn't figured it out for himself yet he probably won't anytime soon. But I promise, the second he knows a girl like you wants him...well, he'll still be powerful stupid. Can't help that. It's a guy thing. But he'll be powerful stupid and happy. So the next time you see him, walk right up and plant one on his lips. Then walk away and put a bit of swish in those hips that I know you've got. Spell it out in nice big bright neon letters for the poor dumb bastard. He'll do the rest from there. "<br/><br/>Not that he expected her to literally take his advice. But the general idea was conveyed adequately he figured. Just go tell him how she feels...one way or another...and this Wyatt guy will trip over himself to be with her if he's got half a braincell. He chuckled and walked back toward the bar with her. He had stopped drinking an hour or so ago because he was pretty sure that if he got too drunk he'd forget all about his decision to respect her feelings for this Wyatt guy and his decision not to dedicate the evening to tempting her into his bedroom. <br/><br/>He looked down the bar at the two new arrivals who seemed to know Jinni and offered them a small smile and a tip of his glass...which now contained something a bit softer than tequila. But he figured he should wait for a proper introduction before speaking. It seemed the polite thing to do. <br/><br/></div>