<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/>The sweater was off, the drink had been downed, and Santiago's guard was fading. Even he knew the alcohol wasn't totally responsible for the latter. A cracked smile and snicker seeped out of his reserved persona at the addition onto his proposed toast by Tye. He couldn't deny that becoming a ranger was ultimatley pretty wicked. Not dwelling on what threat they would need to defend the world against next as Ashley's Zara was suggesting, Santiago joined in with the others in socializing. His strong suit it was far from, but the thought of being a part of something for once was actually becoming enthralling.<br/><br/>Gravitating with the rest over to the bar area their now-definitive bartender had established, Santiago set down his empty shot glass as a gesture of submission for the next round. Derek would always be his main man when it came to getting his poison, but, with Vivi serving, the thought of not having to tip for once was undoubtably a financial relief. It was encouraging the undiagnosed alcoholic within to keep on getting swerved, and to see the others just as eager was rather jarring as he wasn't used to people from the campus who could actually hang. If the Power Ranger thing didn't work out, maybe they could all be drinking buddies at the very least.<br/><br/>Santiago mingled away the minutes by the kitchen counter. They were easing into the night it finally appeared. Unwinding was allowing for the unfamiliar surroundings to become not as strange. Santiago even went out of his way to pass a compliment Kara's way with the most subtle "nice place" he could muster. While larger quarters would have been preferred without a doubt, her attemtps at being at least a half-decent host for the lot of them wasn't unrecognized by him. Praises more accurately deserved would have hoped to have been conveyed. Over by the drinking line Santiago showcased an eased smile. "Our new buddies are going to have to deal with us for the night. Us peeps want to drink today's chaos into oblivion. I'm getting the feeling we won't be having as much down time from now, so might as well." With his sweater draped over his tank-revealed shoulder, the machismo male proceeded along the righteous path of going with the flow.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Your human physiology could not stomach the beverages of our worlds. There will be no <em>dealing</em> required.</strong></div><br/><div align="center"><em>Whatever you got, it ain't beating Aguardiente.</em></div><br/>Inquisitive scanning from bronze orbs allowed Santiago to gauge the present party. The ratio had become more intriguing than anything, especially considering he originated as one... with a halves worth of a dominatrix. Teammates be damned, fortune had privileged both he and Tye with the turn of events pitting them up against Vivi, Kara, and Ashley. Hardening up his features to mask raunchy fantasies, the Puerto Rican presented the others with his professional demeanor - soon to be undone from the next vodka shot. "Let's find out who're the lightweights." He affirmed boldly.