<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>Getting some ice and a beer<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Foul language<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aubrey Clarke<br/><hr/><br/>Diego made his way to the bar, pushing through people on the dance floor in the middle of the warehouse, the lights and music almost making him dizzy. His hand wasn't hurting yet, due to the adrenaline rush, but he anticipated it would at any moment now.<br/><br/><strong>"Need some ice, <acronym title="dude">vato</acronym>,"</strong>he announced with a loud voice to cover the music, waving his hand in front of the barman who despite the poor lighting would see some dark liquid dripping from Diego's knuckles.<strong>"And a Corona, <acronym title="please">por favor</acronym>."</strong><br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_u">"Shit Diego, what happened this time?"</span></em>the bartender asked, preparing a glass with some ice and then putting it in front of Diego on the counter.<br/><br/><strong>"Some ricer (https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=ricer) on crack or somethin' talked shit outside, y'know, the usual,"</strong>Diego explained with a shrug of the left shoulder, while shaking his head. He put his hand in the glass and felt the coldness of the ice penetrate his skin. The water between the ice cubes turned red over time as he spoke.<strong>"The <acronym title="asshole">pendejo</acronym> was driving a miata, then thought he could take me 'cause he be six something, man, said he heard a rumor I was some pussy. Turns out it was his bitch ass on the floor, no surprise there... Fucking crackhead bitch,"</strong>he concluded, shaking his head again with a light chuckle.<br/><br/>The bartender laughed, fetching him a Corona and removing the bottle cap in a single movement.<br/><br/><strong>"<acronym title="Thanks">Gracias</acronym>,"</strong>Diego said, handing him a five-dollar bill, using his left hand to grab the bottle and take a long sip of the cold beverage. That is when he noticed Aubrey next to him, glancing briefly at her outfit before his eyes settled on the side of her face. Even in the dark he could notice the red of her hair and deduced she might've been new around here or a secret well kept because she looked 'foine'.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey mamacita (https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=MAMACITA), what's your price?"</strong>he asked ambiguously like they knew each other. At Rave Wars you could never tell, from his experience. If she was a hooker then so be it, he would be fixed and know if he could afford her or not, and if she wasn't then he most definitely couldn't afford her anyways. Of course he was mostly just messing with her, but women in the area tended not to get the joke and get offended real quick, which was funny in its own way, at least from his perspective. It didn't bother him much as he was a master of bad first impressions anyways.