<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>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>All of them were just sticking it out at this point, something Santiago had found common ground on and was hoping so could Bence. To hear Tye, Ashley, and their mobicytes providing their own perspectives on the brewing situation in the living room was a real reminder of how large a party they actually were. Being agreed with was the last thing Santiago had expected, but it's not like it wasn't welcomed. More than anything, he just wanted to move past the negative vibes left over from the earlier attacks on their Ranger crew. Bence obviously still had some which was probably why he wasn't the only one trying to get the agitated guy to find at least some sort of positive outlook on the scenario, even if it was to a fault. Seeing Bence desert the group for the bedroom was rather disappointing, moreso because with the closing of his own door meant that there was a metaphorical one still unclosed that would most likely once again need tending to at some point, but, for now, drinks.<br/><br/>Santiago took Vivi's offered shot as it came by, checking to see if the liquor was white or dark with his blackened eye. He had asked for it at the end of everything, so with the actual tiny shot glass in his possession, regrets had to become irrelevant. The burning, alcoholic liquid was the only weapon he was probably getting to battle against his setting in cotton mouth. Luckily, he wasn't too far a stranger from middle of the night shots, but he knew his streak of maintaining his morning ritual was becoming more in jeopardy with each passing moment.<br/><br/>While coming up with a suitable toast had become the remainder of the team's new dilemma as Kara once again rejoined the small group of insomniacs with a raised glass, Santiago hadn't blinked since witnessing the couch's transformation into a full-sized matress. The gods had existed and were answering prayers. "Eureka." He commented lowly. Depending how the night would turn, he might actually find his back resting up on something soft and comforting. Positive vibes were surely setting in quickly, at least for his agenda.<br/><br/>The shoe-less athlete had his shot up with the rest, feeling reluctant in initiating another speech, but didn't believe it was too pressing of a predicament to merit any serious worry. He was there to get to know people; figure out what made each individual tick. He still didn't know half of the others' powers. Standing docile with waiting glasses of liquor was impeding that. To pick things up, he just offered the first thought he could muster for a toast. "To saving the day." His hand lifted with the shot glass as an offering. Every second that it lingered on its own had him wondering if somebody else had another one in mind. Either way, he was hoping for all of them to clank together finally so the second wind of the evening could be captured by their tenacious youth. Meanwhile, he was multitasking the removal of his semi-purple sweater again with his free-hand.