<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/s8JWF1k.png?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong> </div></td><td>   </td><td>Mateo Herrera (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=244674.msg12094634#msg12094634)</td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Location:</strong></div></td><td></td><td>A bar in Westmont, Los Angeles</td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Time:</strong></div></td><td></td><td>Day 001; Late Morning</td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Tagging:</strong></div></td><td></td><td>Closed; Private</td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Anything Else?</strong></div></td><td></td><td>n/a</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/>Mateo was still feeling things were just a little bit... off. This kid didn't really belong in this bar, or this part of town. Not dressed like that. Not being so openly... gay. And not being so brazen about hitting on men. Mateo wasn't even sure how the kid managed to get here without getting mugged or beaten up.<br/><br/>"You heard some things about me huh?" he asked, eyeing the boy curiously, feeling a few... stirrings within him at how confident this boy seemed to be while being so out of place in the bar. He was practically begging for it, Mateo could pretty much smell it on him. He smelled<em>dirty</em>in only the best ways.<br/><br/>He narrowed his eyes as the guy talked about helping each other out, talking about it outside of Harry's earshot, and Mateo's eyes blazed slightly with a bit of<em>need</em>driven on by that smell, and this boy. "Fine," he said, glancing around then back at the boy. Reach out, Mateo grabbed him by the arm and dragged him off through the bar, towards the back door that led to the alley around the side of the building. He didn't pause as they walked, continuing until he got there, shoving the door open and dragging him outside into the morning light.<br/><br/>Once the door closed behind them Mateo pushed the guy against the door, leaning in close into the personal space, bodies brushing together as he tried to figure out exactly what was happening and why he was feeling this way. "Alright," he said, "Out of earshot. Speak."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Willpower Roll (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?v=52021) (Net 3 I think)<br/>Perception Roll  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?v=52021) (net 0)</div></div>