<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u2v17_ieuUw/WI4Q_nAB9sI/AAAAAAAABzs/M88jPttK2zMJZIFce_PPf8re8JKD_R2fwCEw/s640/image1-5.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Diego Serrano (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14905847#msg14905847)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black t-shirt, black jeans, red plaid shirt acting as jacket, fake gold chain around the neck<br/><strong>Current Vehicle:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Nighttime<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Warehouse<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Verbal jousting<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Foul language<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aubrey Clarke<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>"Is this what I'm expected to get used to now?"</em></span><br/><br/>She rolled her eyes, making Diego laugh briefly like he wasn't just the cause of that. Apparently he wasn't the first to make the mistake, or at the very least to treat her like such.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>"I miss Englishmen."</em></span><br/><br/><strong>"Pfft,"</strong>Diego let out mockingly, unimpressed by the mention of Englishmen. So she was from England most likely. He wondered how she ended up here as she surprisingly answered his inquiry with a jab.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>"I'm sure whatever price it is, it's too much for the janitorial staff to afford."</em></span><br/><br/>The smile that appeared on her features was reciprocated by one of his own, his tongue rolling down and pushing his lower lip as he giggle silently. He stared at her, taking another sip of his beer, while his right hand was numb from the ice. Her voice was too sophisticated now that he heard her speak.<em>Posh?</em>he wondered, remembering Victoria Beckham's nickname and something about rich British people having a certain accent, though he wasn't sure about it.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, good thing I ain't on no janitorial staff, then, <acronym title="beautiful">hermosa</acronym>,"</strong>he said with a cheeky smile of his own.<strong>"Welcome to <acronym title="Southern California">SoCal</acronym>, English Princess,"</strong>he added, bowing his head slightly in an ironic manner.<strong>"Your secret's safe with me,"</strong>he continued, nodding and closing his eyes for a second like he was reassuring her.<strong>"You'll end up finding that one Lambo-owning poser who'll be able to afford you, I got faith in you. After all, he's already wasted his dough on an overpriced European ride, why not do it again?"</strong>he concluded, raising his beer to offer her an imaginary toast to her assumed future endeavors.<br/><br/>He then removed his right hand from the ice, the glass now mostly blood red and looked at his injured knuckles, slowly clenching and unclenching his fingers.<em>Janitorial staff</em>, he repeated in his head, mentally chuckling.