<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br/><strong>Location:</strong>P3 - Dancefloor<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Lee, Any </div><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/rudy-reyes9.jpg)</div><br/>"<strong>Oh mercy my dear Paisley...they don't even have a name for what <em>two</em> snickers will get you. You're treading in unexplored territory now</strong>. " he let his hands come to rest on her hips as the music slowed, and though there was certainly a sexual charge of energy dancing back and forth between them...one she seemed far more ready to embrace than Jinni had been earlier...his hands didn't go too low. They didn't get too friendly. That sort of thing was for when they were in private...if indeed things go to that point, as he was hoping. But in public he gave her the respect a lady was due. Just like daddy taught him.<br/><br/>There was a breif moment of distraction when he saw the guy he correctly assumed to be Wyatt get a tongue full of Jinni, and he smiled inwardly. He might have gotten just a teensie bit jealous if he didn't have this delicious blonde in his arms. As it was now, he was glad for Jinni. They hadn't known each other long but he'd gotten to like her over the last few hours.<br/><br/><em>Good for you Jin. Got get 'im.</em><br/><br/>His attention was immediately recaptured by the surprisingly fit and fun botany nerd as she brushed his hair back. She had no idea of course, but he loved it when women did that to him. Loved it enough that those hands on her hips inches dangerously close to ungentlemanly territory. Close, but not quite there yet. Her next question brought an amused smirk to his lips. "<strong>Well...I could tell you now. But then you might slap me. So let's go get another shot of tequila in you first and then you can have all the gory details. </strong>"<br/><br/><br/><br/>Note: I need to change my past pics. And sooner or later I totally will. Heh.