<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/8a/1c/ee/8a1ceef20c04f136d0eee73cfd49bd0f.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Echevarria<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Gold Student<br/><strong>Major:</strong> Medicine<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Drunk.<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date: </strong>09|28|16 7:00PM-???<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Stumbling into the fray<br/><strong>Coming From:</strong> Drink station then in the thick of it chasing after Ezra<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Ezra, Carmen, and the rest of the party goers -  <em><strong>open</strong></em></span><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>Carmen.<br/><br/>Damn her and the way she got on his ass about his possible homosexuality. He grew hoarse with the last argument just because he shouted really loudly. <strong>"I'M NOT GAY!"</strong> A million times before he decided to get drunk and go shirtless. <br/><br/>Tiara in place the guy was too busy now trying to keep himself on his feet to dance with the beautiful looking co-ed. Oh, he'd seen her around, he'd already made it a point to ask her if she was full on gay or not and hadn't gotten around to it. But because she was dancing with him and he was so drunk Javi auto assumed she was bi or something like that. He couldn't keep the labels straight in his head now-a-days. He almost wished that Carmen was next to him now to reassure him that he was, in fact dancing with a female and not a trans female. <br/><br/>Nah, she was too beautiful and her voice was too feminine, how could a guy make the same mistake twice? If he wasn't so damn drunk he'd feel shame in thinking that about this beautiful lady. <br/><br/>Javi cocked his brow and smirked at her, wearing a goofy grin now as she called him pretty. He didn't notice her eyes detouring to his tiara, he just assumed she was checking out his awesome hair. I mean honestly, Javier was a little narcissistic when it came to his hair. He loved the way girls would fawn over it and want to run their hands through it. It was a selling point for him when he was fucking a girl and she'd tug on his hair. The harder the better so he kept it long on purpose. Thanking his father for the curls internally, <em>Gracias papi.</em><br/><br/>Grinning at the co-ed of the female persuasion lucky for him the guy was Cuban and had moves on the dance floor, rhythm, so to speak among being able to master dancing whilst intoxicated. Awesome that douchy octopus wasn't her man. Javi grinned and smirked at her rhetorical question.<br/><br/><strong>"Pfft, No mami, I ain't jealous."</strong> He wore one of those devious grins as he delivered that cheesy line, leaning closer to say it in her ear over the music then proceeded to grab her lower back and pull her closer for some dirty fucking dancing. Albeit it was sloppy in execution on his part, but there you have it. He had drank half the drink station. Seriously, ask the bar tender yo. <br/></span></span>