<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/><br/>Mateo sipped his beer, reflecting on the past few hours and wondering a bit to himself what the fallout of it all would be. Most likely nothing overly major, but it was bound to disrupt business and get more people hurt, both things that Mateo had an intense disliking of. Still, things has been a little bit easier to manage since his 'father' had shown up. It would have been impossible to believe if he didn't have the proof of it in front of him at every moment. Stronger, faster, hell even a bit smarter here or there. And, really, the magic shit sorta helped prove it all, too. But damn, who'd ever have thought this stuff was for real?<br/><br/>Finally deciding it was time to go he stood up and gave the bartender/owner a nod and made for the door, slowing as he saw someone else was actually in the bar. When had that happened? Mateo was pretty sure he'd been pretty much alone. He watched as the guy moved away from the wall to come towards him with way more confidence than somebody wearing a pink shirt should have in this part of town and he definitely seemed to be giving Mateo a onceover that was a bit too obvious.<br/><br/>The boy seemed to know Harry, at least, and Mateo glanced between them during their conversation before looking back towards the pink shirted boy once again. "I guess that explains it," he said mostly to himself, answering his question about how the boy was in a place like this dressed like that. "Yeah, I'm Mateo. What's it to you, kid?" he asked, still unsure what to make of this new arrival.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sent to you privately</div></div>