<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.cavemancircus.com//wp-content/uploads/images/2016/october/alice_matos/alice_matos_5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isabella "Bella" Santos<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Green Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>BYOB Pub<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bence, Vivi, Kara, Santiago<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/>“Well that didn’t take long.”<br/><br/>A sidelong glance was given to indicate her boredom with the spectacle.  One hand dipped inside the bag she carried to make an inspection of herself and the time this ordeal had taken from her other pursuits.  Truth be told she had wanted to avoid this reunion after the battle.  At home she had settled in for an early night of soaking in the tub, then a massage and rest.  Yet none of those things offered her the same comfort being here promised.  Even with Bence throwing his tantrum she felt, safe somehow.  Safer than she did at home, safer even then she had felt in her life.<br/><br/>There was an undeniable connection between them now.  Somehow she doubted if any of them would be a great distance from the other for some time to come.  That nagging sensation seemed to want them together.  Whether they liked to be or not.  There was a huff of impatience at the realization before her wrist was suddenly grasped.  A moment would pass where Isabella could not rally her usual arrogance and grace.  Vivi seemed a small woman possessed of determination and strength that made her stumble in her boots.  The bag at her side quickly lifted and set to her shoulder before regaining her composure.<br/><br/>Music began to thrum inside Isabella’s head when she looked over at the newest member of their party.  Eyes assessing him with the warmth a snake might give a passing rat.  There was a smile at least but even that faded when it was made apparent the music was not from her own thoughts but from another.<br/><br/><em>I just want everyone to know this is heartfelt and is meant for a special someone out there.  He knows who he is..<br/>I never meant to cause you any sorrow<br/>I never meant to cause you any pain<br/>I only wanted to one time to see you laughing<br/>I only wanted to see you<br/>Laughing in the purple rain</em><br/><br/>There was an effort to ignore the sounds the mobicyte was making as he struggled to sound like a long dead musician.  A muscle worked in her jaw before she slipped a slender item toward the bartender.  Silently she waved her hand for him to keep the credit open.  Those eyes would turn toward Santiago once more though their coldness was much improved.  One hand snaked around the drink served as she made to walk past him.<br/><br/>“Money is traditionally green and I have a lot of it.”  The words might have been more bitchy if the voice inside her head did not interject with the chorus of his song.<br/><br/><em>Purple rain, purple rain<br/>Purple rain, purple rain<br/>Purple rain, purple rain<br/>I only wanted to see you<br/>Bathing in the purple rain</em><br/><br/><em>For the love of all things decent will you stop!</em><br/><br/><em>I never wanted to be your weekend lover<br/>I only wanted to be some kind of friend<br/>Baby, I could never steal you from another<br/>It's such a shame our friendship had to end</em><br/><br/>A heavy swig of her drink was taken, nearly half downed in a single swallow before she made her way toward the table again.<br/><br/>“I am going to need a lot more alcohol before tonight is over.”<br/>