<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/45/31/0e/45310ed9cd6dd045be76a075e78d1a49.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Santiago Leon<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Purple Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Evening/October 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>BYOB Pub<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bence<br/><strong>Mention:</strong>Bence<br/><hr/><br/>Abruptly, the front entrance to the off-campus bar had its door compelled open. In entered a distinctively pissed-off, ethnic demeanor accompanied by a bruised, but not defeated, stride that was carried all the way to the bar where a masculine voice ordered from the bartender with the same abruptness. "Sailor Jerry on the rocks."  Despite concealing as much of his face as possible with the black and purple striped hoodie he wore, anyone who was a regular would recognize Santiago after he had just been in a fight.<br/><br/>The drink arrived to the young man's aid in a timely fashion, but not without some sarcasm from its supplier. "Tell me the other guy looks worse than you, champ. That'll be nine dollars." Reaching into his pocket for his wallet, Santiago threw down 12 bucks atop the counter before taking hold of his drink. "Not now, Derek." The tone of the Latin's words made it obvious he could do without the usual bar banter tonight. Derek the bartender took the hint and resumed his working of the rest of the bar. With that, Santiago would find a bit of solace within his spiced rum.<br/><br/>As the glass collided against the circular piercing in Santiago's bottom lip while he drank, he reflected on the debacle that was his day. There was a vivid memory of scratching, clawing, biting, and a lot of punches being dealt upon him by numbers of the most random of people at the Athletic Center. While a few were no problem to take down, the overwhelming amount of hostiles eventually had him smothered by their fury in the center of the fighting ring he had been spending the morning training in. Thankfully, the insane intruder within his thoughts that he had spent the entire fight tuning out helped save his ass. Who knew? Looking back, the ordeal actually seemed quite comical, and a soft chuckle escaped the male before his next sip.<br/><br/>Click, clack, smack, smack, bang, bang. Whatever the description of the sound of clashing pool balls was, Santiago heard it from the other end of the establishment. Pulling his hood down finally to reveal a fight marked mug of a boxing pretty boy and taking a look over his shoulder he saw a face he had seen around campus a few times engaged in the art of pool. Brooding could only be interesting for so long, and the thought of a supplement other than alcohol for his heavy mind was actually welcomed. He'd definitely be getting another drink soon, though, but for now he gripped the half-empty one in front of him to hold it as he made his way over to Bence. That's when the insane intruder returned.<br/><br/><strong>You cannot ignore me forever. Goodness help your lovers if this is how you are with them.</strong><br/><br/>A swallow of the rest of Santiago's drink was enough to drown out the irritated, feminine voice within his skull as he reached the opposite side of the pool table Bence was occupying. "Trying to get a game?" He asked as casually as a man who was basically jumped could be. In the scuffle of everything, the purple ranger hadn't discovered that he wasn't the only one caught up in this ordeal.