<div align="center"><strong>Name</strong>: Angel<br/><strong>Location</strong>: P3<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Jinni, Any</div><br/><br/>He turned to glance at the dark haired woman as she crushed him, and made no effort to hide his smile or his interest. It always struck him as a bit silly, how men tried so hard to act like they weren't interested in a woman when more often than not the one thing a woman wants most is to know that she inspires...interest.<br/><br/>That said, there's certainly a difference between interest and lechery or desperation. His smile was subtle, and though he let his gaze linger for a second or two...long enough to be noticed...he turned his attention to the bartender. "Tequila, straight.  "<br/><br/>He spoke with a faint hint of an accent that was rather easy to miss actually. But it registered on the subconcious of most people who heard him, and hinted ever so subtly of some exotic far away place.<br/><br/>He glanced sideways toward Jinni as he leaned forward upon the bar, his arms lazily crossing over one another as he took a casual and comfortable position. If he realized that standing like this also made his bangs fall loosely over his eyes...giving him an added air of dark mystery that many seemed to enjoy on him...he gave no indication of it.<br/><br/>"Forgive me...Jinni, yes? I could not help but overhear. It seems a bit rude for me to stand here knowing your name without sharing mine. I am Angel. And you...you are fun to look at. " He said the last part with a bit of a chuckle. As his Tequila came back to him he turned, bracing his back against the bar now but kept his eyes upon her as he raised his glass in a short breif salute toward her before throwing a strong shot back and taking in a breath of cool air to soothe the fire in his mouth as it washed across his tongue and down his throat.<br/><br/>That was damn good Tequila.