<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br/><strong>Location:</strong>P3<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Anyone<br/></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.nowhavefun.com/celebritypictures/d/54356-1/28+Eduardo+Verastegui+picture.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Angel didn't often find the time for excursions like this. If he wasn't grading papers or badgering the principle for better equipment in the school gym, he was usually exercising, repairing the held-together-by-shoestrings-and-bubblegum house he inherited after his father's death, or getting sleep so he could do it all again the next day. Not that he was complaining. Well, maybe he'd complain about the part where his dad was gone, but other than that he loved his life.    <br/><br/>Still from time to time it was nice to find himself with the luxury of time and energy to go out and do...well, this. He idly wondered if his clubbing days were behind him. He then promptly wondered just when the hell he'd ever had clubbing days. He spent so much time surrounded by hormone-driven teenagers he breifly wondered if he'd remember how to act around adult women. His concern was apparently unfounded. Looking around P3 he had trouble finding many adult women. Technically legal women were in abundance and that's certainly not without it's charms...but adults? Few and far between, at least at first glance. <br/><br/>Undaunted he strode in. He wasn't about to start second guessing himself. He heard good things about this club, and that was good enough. He'd let a few shots of tequila blur the lines between Technically Legal and Adult, and then let the rest sort itself out from there. <br/><br/>Drink and Dance...and maybe something he'd feel a little guilty about in the morning if things played out just right. He'd earned it and tonight he was going to get it. He headed off toward the bar to order his drink and enjoy his night.</div>