<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/45/31/0e/45310ed9cd6dd045be76a075e78d1a49.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Santiago Leon<br/>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=257949.msg13244699#msg13244699)<strong>Alias:</strong>Purple Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Late Evening/October 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kara's Apratment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Mention:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>Whilst tensions grew between Vivi's mobicyte and Bence, himself, the burgers of Duffy's were barely putting up a fight against the veteran stoner that was Santiago. It was clear his intention had been to devour the meal and that he was doing. Though, there was a similar pause to Vivienne's as he also curiously awaited to hear what Isabella's response would be to their dilemma. After the power play she had made back at the bar, it wouldn't have been a shock to find that she had some super-mansion on the low. And, apparently, she did with her sharp snap at her comedian of a mobicyte hinting to a maid. That made they fact they weren't going to be able to partake a little saddening. What the boys back home would have thought of him.<br/><br/>Back to feasting it was for Santiago, but even the heightened taste of his food could not keep him from finding Bence's slugging comment off-putting due to the fact that when the Latin looked over in the direction of said 'starfish' all he could see was a total cutey of an asian girl, even with all the black, piercings, and savage tongue. However, it was probably the only thing he'd really find himself agreeing on with Red the whole night as Santiago recalled his own aggressive thoughts towards Vivienne's mobicyte back in Isabella's truck. Perplexing would be an understatement as to how a cool female like her got paired up with quite the asshole. Who was Santiago to judge, still, as he had his own demoness that kept his hands mighty full, and with the heated emotions flaring, she was chiming in right on cue with possibly the most instigating of old gradeschool chants. What began as a whisper would easily make clear her true agenda by the end.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Fight... Fight... Fight... Fight.. Fight. Fight! Fight!! Fight!!!</strong></div><br/>As Santiago's lady-starfish chanted, he would do his best not to draw too much attention by finishing up what he was munching on as his own baked noodle thought the same thing. And that was when an unlikely hero for the crew's dilemma stepped up to the plate. The fate of the world was at stake, and the plan for the newly formed team had become a slumber party with the promise of Vodka courtesy of Kara. For a blonde, she was defying stereotypes as her idea gave them some sense direction whilst the rest of them came up with goose-eggs. Not what Santiago foresaw, but, none-the-less, he knew he would be down. To just push the severity of the evening aside and part ways would have only brought them all as a group farther back than they needed to be. Perhaps using the remainder of the night to shack up for a couple of more drinks wasn't the most responsible endeavor they could have embarked on, but at least the five of them could spend some time with one another to build up some chemistry beyond their strangely established pleasantries. Also, the odds of another jumping of a comrade by their current alien foes were sure to decrease.<br/><br/>Following the motions of the group made the high more enjoyable for Santiago. With his tolerance, it'd probably fade sometime after getting settled at the apartment of the dynamic duo that was Vivi and Kara. Being part of the group but not actually being in the whole mix was rather comfortable. He could just observe, which is usually what he preferred. Most likely it had to do with the change of pace from being within the center of a ring. Plus, it seemed the girls and Bence had their own rapport that kept them engaged with one another plenty. Sometimes, it was even comical. In the back of Santiago's mind, meanwhile, he was just hoping that when he was needed, he could be there for this small, random posse he had been initiated into. Taking care of others he barely knew wasn't always the easiest. The way he saw it, that's why he was currently partaking in the invite. To bond... or something.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Getting sentimental?</strong></div><br/><div align="center"><em>The weed just has my heart open. It'll pass.</em></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Bull. Shit.</strong></div><br/><div align="center"><em>Totally.</em></div><br/>It didn't seem like forever to get to the girls' apartment like it had just to get out of the bar earlier. Santiago walked inside with the rest as they were all welcomed into the home. Dark brown eyes continued their observations as they had been doing for most of the night. The fact that it had a cleanliness to it assured him that there was a regular feminine presence about. Even if it was only for the night and they figured out another plan the next day, the apartment would more than suffice for the time being. The prospect of sleeping on the floor had him really hoping the next day lead to something.<br/><br/>Vivienne's call of drinks had Santiago moving in the kitchen direction. It fit right in with his agenda prior to meeting them all, and for that, he was interested. It was rare that he would expose himself to such amounts of alcohol while he was in training, but, dammit, if there was ever a time to let the fuck go. "I'm game for a shot." Those were words he'd most likely regret in the morning.<br/><br/>Despite not knowing any of his surroundings, Santiago felt safe for the first time since before the events of earlier. No zombies, no worms. No eyeball, or whatever it was they fought. Just a bunch of weirdos, and he had definitely began assimilating, his own socks on display with the removal of his kicks. He was clearly trying to get comfortable as well, perhaps too much, but it wasn't the easiest feat as his ears caught Bence's resurfacing hostility. "One second, actually." Santiago said Vivienne's way in order to be excused. Moments later he had returned to the rest in the living room. "If he's out, I call dibs on the couch." He kept a stable tone, but was clearly jesting. Then, a portrayal of seriousness that even the ganja couldn't mask. "Red... I mean, Bence. You've been through a lot, I get it, but so have we all. Why even come if you're just going to be a stick in the mud? You think I want to sleep on the floor?!" He exclaimed, knowing full well that Isabella was probably getting the couch. More than anything, though, he was hoping he could get the guy to see a point. "Beggars can't be choosers right now. I have a comfortable-ass bed at home, but I'm here. The world won't end if you have to spend the night on the floor, but it just might if you don't." Fuck, Santiago really hoped Vivienne was prepping that shot for him.