<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angel<br/><strong>Location:</strong> P3, Bar, heading...err...home I guess. <br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Paisley</div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/rudy-reyes1.jpg)</div><br/>Well that was an unexpected end to the evening. He'd been on much the same wavelength for the better part of the night. Drinking and dancing their way toward the night's end. Sadly the night's end didn't quite match what he'd pictured in his mind. When she looked down at the pager he thought he picked up a hint of really serious concern. Serious enough that he sobered momentarily and was about to ask if there was anything he could do to help when she helped herself to his lips.<br/><br/>Not that he was complaining. She was welcome to the meal. He watched her turn and run to answer to her familial duties with a mix of both anticipation and frustration...but the good, fun kind of frustrated. He watched her dissapear out the door and then muttered "<strong>Shit...don't think I remembered to get her number.</strong>"<br/><br/>Well her family ran the place. So if he came back there was a good shot he'd run into her again. He smiled at the thought and then with a sigh of resignation as he thought of the cold shower waiting for him at home he headed outside. Though he felt good enough to drive he was a bit tipsy at this point and decided to be responsible and call himself a taxi. He enjoyed the fresh evening air while he waited.