<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>Evening/October 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Duffy's Burger Joint<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Once out of the car, and now back in it, Santiago was an ally in the mission to secure some grub. To see the trio squished in the back was actually quite comical, especially Vivi's expression after her mobicyte's criticism. There was a short look at his own knuckles, then to the driver at the helm of their cruise-machine, Isabella. With all of them together, the night had definitely taken a turn from the solitude of the lone drinker he was intially anticipating. Intergalactic aliens, super powers, and new friends. You couldn't make this shit up.<br/><br/>Not much time had elapsed before the group had arrived at Duffy's. The burger place had been on Santiago's radar, but not one he had yet to check out. Burgers definitely would fill the emptiness in his gut he was currently experiencing. Only one thing was missing to prepare his appetite fully, and as all of them exitted Isabella's whip to enter the establishment, he was going to take a moment before joining them inside. "Unless any of y'all are burners, go on ahead. I'll catch up." The packs were a bit expensive now-a-days, but the guy found it hard as a long-time ganja smoker not to at least offer whenever he was in, dare he say, good company.<br/><br/>Several feet away from Duffy's entrance, Santiago pulled out from his pocket what looked to be a cigarette pack. The logo of a cannabis leaf, however, definitely suggested otherwise. Out of the smallish box he drew a finely manufactured joint, and placed its filtered end between his lips to act as its holster. Due to follow would be the revealing of his retro, purple zippo lighter having preferred its classic make when compared to the electronic lighters most of society had transitioned into using. A quick click, and a small, lively flame was igniting the J's twisted tip before its connection to oxygen was severed by the closing of it's hinged top with a fluid wrist flick. Strong lungs initiated Santiago's first pull, much smoke being gathered within, only for a portion to be released moments later through a flare of his nostrils. It was the first time he had really relaxed any all day, which was enhanced by the sensation of euphoria conjuring within his brain surely after. To think there was such a time where the verdant herb was illegal. Only in 2706.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>The others have a point. This is about survival.</strong></div><br/><div align="center"><em>Would you get off my back, woman...</em></div><br/>Santiago had initiated another drag. This second one wasn't as longing for the marijuana as the first and momentarily kept his mind away from a thought. His donned persona was that of one who enjoyed the act of smoking more than simply what was in the roll, especially in the coolness of the fall. A quick memory of when he completed his first joint for he and his boys back home flashed within his mind. The proud emotion from way back when was still strong enough to have him form a smile even in the present moment. Then a chuckle would also manifest as he knew his next mentally communicated expression would be echoed to the minds of his newfound crew.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>... I'm gonna agree.</em></div><br/>Another brief toke and escape of smoke occurred as it was easily to heighten the ebullient buzz. Santiago wouldn't step a foot within the restaurant without being some sort of smacked. Plus, if they eventually all were really going to live together, it was most likely one of the last private moments he'd have to himself, or at least as private as it could be with his mind a home to his true maniacal angel.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Great. Now finish up and play nice.</strong></div><br/>It didn't take too long for the spliff in Santiago's grasp to burn out. The tiny filter would be flicked out into the street beyond of Duffy's entranceway by his larger thumb and index finger. A single step toward the door signaled to himself that he had reached his desired state of baked-ness as it wasn't an easy one. This realization let to a smile, one unusually wide as it guided him through the burger joint's doors and to the seats that the other Power Rangers had settled themselves at. With only one chair empty, the Latin assumed it was his and made himself comfortable. There was a smell of dankness now clinging to him that would surely make it obvious what he had been up to outside, not that he would be self-concious any. Catching Bence's smile as he ate had him quickly perplexed, but with the inability to contain his own, he was in no position to judge. Weirdly enough, it did make him feel like less of an outcast having joined them all so late as it was apparently the theme of the day for him. Not wasting much more time, he made a motion for the waitress who had already noticed him join the rest, and placed his order. "I'll have what he's having." Santiago told her, the fatigue from fighting, emptiness from drinking, and call of the munchies surely making the odds of the meal standing a chance minimal.<br/><br/>Once again, Santiago's hoodie was off and placed on the back of his chair. With his dark eyes scanning around, there was definitely wonder why it had been all of them who was chosen to 'save the world'. Each person was so different from the other, and now that all of them were seated with each other, that would probably be the most noticeable aspect. His mind had drifted to what the night-shift of Duffy's was wondering. Kara's phone on the table had him instinctually taking out his own, but it wasn't to ask for numbers. He had checked the time, which was no doubt past a decent hour, and his missed messages. A missed call was from his mother, but anything other than explaining his evening so far to her would have been preferred. "Whatever you guys want to do is fine by me." The guy had started without looking much away from his phone. "Just figure out who's going where, and I'll adjust. I'm usually up early in the mornings to get started with my training, so don't be alarmed." His words tried to express some sort of cooperation as he was understanding the scenario to be much bigger than himself. It might also have had something to do with the positive energy he was beginning to feel that seemed to change his guarded mannerisms from before, himself becoming more relaxed. Shortly after, his food had arrived, and his phone was put away as he had something worthwhile to hold his attention other than pretty girls. "Sweet." The first burger grabbed was the BBQ onion one and he had followed it up with a big-ass bite. "If anyone wants a fry, feel free." Santiago said through a stuffed mouth. Who had time for manners after blazing.