<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br/><strong>Location:</strong>P3<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Jinni<br/></div><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;">"Hah! You think i'm dangerous on the dancefloor, then i'm downright radioactive in the kitchen.  " he said with a grin. Talking and walking and moving seemed to work wonders to make him think and feel normal again. Those insane moments of dark and irrational need and craving were gone...replaced now with entirely rational and physical need and craving. The kind that made sense when a man shared the company of a lovely woman. That he could live with. <br/><br/>It probably wasn't strictly necessary in P3...afterall, it's not like someone was going to mug, assault, or kidnap her on the dancefloor. But his dad always taught him to be protective of women, so he put a hand on the small of her back and shouldered a path through the other patrons as they made their way back to the bar. To guide her through without being bumped, molested, or otherwise disturbed. <br/><br/>Once she was escorted securely to her barstool, he took a small respectful step back out of her personal space and sat beside her, pushing away the drinks they left unfinished...never touch a drink in a bar you left unattended...and signaled the bartender for two new drinks. "Now that I see what i've been missing out on, I think i'll have to do that Jinni. " </div>