<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><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">He'd felt it right from the start of course. He just chalked it up to the fact that she was a stunningly beautiful woman. It was perfectly natural for any non-relative heterosexual man to desire her. Crave her. Want her. It would be strange NOT to look at a woman like this and find her intoxicating. And when she proved to be charming company to boot, well that made the attraction all the more sensible...even if he was getting the vibe that she just wanted friendly rather than amorous company. <br/><br/>But as they played with one another on the dance floor he found himself starting to feel something more. Like...like he didn't just want her. Like he was craving her. No, not her. Not exactly. Something...something in her. Something she had that he could have too. He shook his head faintly and forced himself to just focus on the moment. The dance, the sweat, the coy smiles and heaving chests. Something to dispell that strange sense of intangible craving. <br/><br/>He was actually greatful when she brought him in closer...his hands came to rest on her waist, guiding her hips in movements that mirrored his. The intimacy of it made whatever this was...normal, for lack of a better word. For a moment at least, he was no longer craving the intangible but the VERY tangible. Strangely enough, it made it easier to think again...at least for a bit. He smiled and shrugged "Been here long enough I s'pose. Seven or eight years now. I'm just usually too busy chasing down truants and grading papers to get out socializing much. Unless you visit highschool or my Gym often it's no wonder our paths havn't crossed. " <br/><br/>In fact, about a year ago their paths had brushed closer than either of them currently realized. When he payed a visit to Coop to inform him that his youngest daughter had been skipping just a bit too much school. Angelo was one of those teachers who gave a crap. When his students skipped out on his class too much, he made a point of finding out why and making sure their parents knew too.  <br/><br/>Talking and thinking like this helped focus his thoughts again. Maybe the tequila was hitting him harder and faster than he'd expected. Perhaps his limits weren't quite what they used to be. He eased back a bit to be just a little more gentlemanly and smiled "I lived in LA before then. But the irony of living in a City of Angels was just too much for me. I had to get out while my sanity was still intact."</div>