<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.cavemancircus.com//wp-content/uploads/images/2016/october/alice_matos/alice_matos_5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isabella "Bella" Santos<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Green Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>BYOB Pub<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vivi, Santiago, Bence, Kara<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The question posed raised only a knowing smirk from her lips.  A look that one might give a dog that realized too late that the stick had never been thrown in the first place passed from her to him.  Silence lingered while she took a sip from her glass.  There was no obligation felt on her part to answer him or make him aware that she had toyed with his precious balls.  Instead she allowed the burn of the alcohol to take its course and slipped from her chosen throne.  One hand moved to take the cue from Santiago’s hand.  The woman close enough to the conjoined pair that the alcohol on her breath could almost be tasted along with the strong scent of citrus that painted her body.  Carefully she let her fingers ride up the length of the stick and then back down, giving a sudden jerk to release his grip.  The other hand lifted her glass for him to take.<br/><br/><strong>“I believe I get to play the winner which sadly wasn’t you.  But you get to watch.  Vivi you get to rack and I’ll break.”<br/></strong><br/>To break the spell the call to arms went up and even Isabella felt the tug to her mind and soul.  As if a family member were in trouble there was rush of need to help.  Muscles tightened at the pool stick groaned from the effort to remain intact.  Somewhere in her mind the annoying voice stirred as if it had been asleep or probably watching TV she mused to herself.  The stick was released to collapse on the table in afterthought.  Already she gathered up her purse to answer the call, Vivi already rushing out the door.<br/><br/><em><em>I choose you Black Ranger!</em></em><br/><br/>Somewhere from her thoughts came the song of a long dead cartoon titled Pokemon.<br/><br/><em>Vivimon use your Ghost Touch attack!</em><br/><br/>Isabella would have to learn to stop grinding her teeth whenever the voice spoke up.  A muscle worked in her jaw while her hand dug down into her purse.  Once outside she produced a small device that her thumb worked.  Somewhere down the street an engine roared to life.  Lights filled the dark street while the SUV rolled down the street at the command of its mistress.  She continued to walk down the street at a casual pace while the vehicle moved to catch up and slide alongside her.  Another press of the button and the machine ceased to move so that she could climb into the driver’s seat.<br/><br/><strong>“Santiago, care to join me?”</strong><br/><br/>Regardless if he decided to do so or attempt the marathon run of the other woman, Isabella would soon arrive with the vehicle to collect the gathering friends.<br/>