<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>Evening/October 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>BYOB Pub -> Mega City streets<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vivienne, Isabella<br/><strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Despite the pleasant hint of oranges and strength of alcohol wafting about, it was time to move - Vivienne's cussing over Kara only emphasized that. While Santiago agreed, he did not rush his release of his linked acquaintance. A moment had passed, however, and he had noticed the girl was clearly waiting on him. So went his master plan to see a ghost. He'd have to bail on it as he knew it best to free her from his gravitational pull. "It would be easier if you didn't have your arms out." It was a hollow lie, but done in good fun. Vivi would feel her body losing its obligation from his beefy side, and he could see she clearly was not wasting the freedom as her pursuit outside was like lightning. Such determination was admirable, and part of him wondered which of the absent pair she was really moving for.<br/><br/>Isabella appeared determined as well, already following after being initially left in the dust. If brave women were this prevalent within the group, Santiago would find himself leaning more and more in favor of the partnership. Long fingers catered to the newly acquired glass in his possession, swirling the remaining drink while he had a moment to himself. "I can't front... he is kind of funny..." He spoke to himself, following it up with the chugging of what liquor was left, but knew he wasn't in solitude as he set the cup down to make his leave, grabbing the purplish sweater and giving Derek a final salute on his way out the door.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>So you do prefer a male.</strong></div><br/><div align="center"><em>Jealousy doesn't suit you. You know I haven't forgotten who saved my behind.</em></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Good.</strong></div><br/>Good was being back out in the fresh, cool night air. There was something about drinking that always enhanced an evening. Perhaps fate would put Santiago in an actual position where he could enjoy the tipsy effect, but there was apparently evil afoot. That very thought made him pause. Fuck, he was easy. A few drinks and cute girls, and the man was ready to save the world. Was he like this before? If so, the main difference now would be that he actually could.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Focus.</strong></div><br/>Santiago's female conscience was right. He had a duty to attend to. Luckily, he wouldn't have to run as a ride was being offered by his fellow Latina. The SUV she was helming looked quite lavish even from the outside, definitely not something he had expected, but then again, after the way she was procuring the drinks earlier he probably should've. "Why not?" He replied, draping the sweater over his exposed shoulder. There was a quick scan for Vivienne, and he just managed to catch her in the distance. He had assumed she was a ways away before Isabella got her whip.<br/><br/>Around to the passenger side, Santiago joined Bella in the front of her truck. "I'm sensing them not too far. If you hit the pedal, we'll catch 'em quick." The others were okay they had been assured, but if there were as many enemies as before, it would be best if they got there ASAP. Still, even through the serious of everything, he was doing is best not to ogle the beauty at his side, who he realized through the close quarters he had forgotten to ask probably the most important question. "By the way, empress... I hate to seem like an asshole, but I don't know your name. Care to share?" The normally chill Latin tried to keep his asking as casual as possible. They had already had so many drinks together.