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Post by Lonestar on Jun 25, 2011 12:13:19 GMT -5
Sighing, the girl lifted her wrist from the steering wheel once more, flicking her wrist as she checked the time on the watch for the fifth time since showing up at the restaurant and made a disgusted sound with her mouth while letting her palm hit the wheel angrily as she looked out the window. It had been nearly twenty minutes already! Where was he? Manicured fingernails drummed impatiently on the arm rest, the woman's chest lifting in yet another heavy breath as she searched out the window for her roommate. Manuel told her he would get out at twelve and it was now almost twelve thirty. What was taking him so long? Luckily for him, she did not have to work tonight and was available to pick him up after his shift at the Italian restaurant where he worked as a cook, but she still had class the next morning and needed to get home in order to study a little more for the material that would be covered in her in class essay the next day. Besides, if she stared at the red brick and the bright neon sign for much longer, she would go crazy. The restaurant reminded her of her hometown that she had left only a few months ago in order to escape some trouble that managed to creep into her lap. Niyna was Hispanic and grew up knowing that her race did not mix well with others especially because her father had been a part of the local gang, the Rebebles. After he died in a gang related shooting while trying to get out, her mother had been too poor to move them out of the house into a nicer neighborhood so the girl had been raised having very close ties to the gang. Her old next door neighbor and childhood best friend, Torno, was even a part of the group that she despised. She had been doing fine; working towards getting her criminal justice degree while interning at the local police department with plans of working there once she graduated before moving on to some big city where she could escape the gang life that her entire neighborhood had been roped into. With her, the viscous cycle of living the life of a gang members daughter to grow up and marry a gang banger was going to end and she was not going to just run away either. Her mother depended on her and needed her income so while she was in school, she worked full time as a bartender at a bar on the other side of town not owned by any big headed jefes. Life had not been easy or simple by any means, but it was something she was familiar with and had hopes of soon getting out of. Until the night she met William at a party. Though she had not known at first, her fun, mysterious dance partner was a member of a new rival gang in town, la stridda, an Italian organization that threatened the territory of the Rebelbles. Against her friend's warnings and her better judgment, she had spent time with the man and, though at the time she did not want to admit that anything could happen between them, she had grown to like him and actually at one point considered the what ifs of a relationship. He had gotten arrested after attending a drug deal with his boss and although she had bailed them both out, the situation had only turned worse. There was not much else left for him to do, but go into hiding and run from the justice system especially after they found all the drugs in their car. The Rebebles had found out that she had helped the forenastros out and had it out for her regardless of the connections she had to the gang. The police department also was wary of her because she had bailed out two known gang affiliates and they were both nowhere to be found. With no prospect for a job left in the town and the safety of her home in jeopardy, the chica had no choice but to leave. With Torno's help, she found a place to live in a city in the next state over and secured her mother's safety then she had bought a car with some of the money she had been saving up and got out of town. Two weeks after being in the new city, she had run into Manuel as he was being kicked out from his apartment next to hers by their landlord because he had been unable to pay full rent for the past two months and they had struck up a deal. Rent was cheaper when split between two so the living room had been transformed into a make-shift bedroom for him while she kept the only bedroom in the apartment. Securing a job had not been hard and the local community college had eagerly accepted her as a new student and taken all of the credits that she had obtained in her previous college as transfers. Now, she was back on the road to her future and was working on getting her foot in the door at the local station though it was tough because none of them knew who she was and were suspicious of mexicano mujer whose last internship was in a town known for Hispanic gang activity. Though she was out of that town, the Italian restaurant where Manuel worked reminded her of the one she had gone to with William and it brought back all the memories and the worry. Growing tired of sitting in the car with nothing to do but think about her past, the lady got out and took the car keys with her, coming to a height of nearly six feet thanks to the three inch black heels she habitually wore. Hitting the lock button, she started to walk towards the front door of the restaurant, the butt of the heel clicking with each step against the pavement as she did so. In the window of the door, she could see her complete reflection: the long black hair that was braided and wrapped up into a bun at the base of her neck to reveal the teal dangling earrings she now wore, the tight fitting teal blue halter top that contrasted rather sharply with the dark skinny jeans she was wearing to accent her slender legs and finally it was all wrapped up with her favorite black peep-toe heels that showed off fresh pink polish. After staring at herself for a moment, she leaned in, pressing her face nearly to the glass while bracing herself upon the building with her hands so she could try to look past the curtains that were drawn over the windows. Cursing quietly in Spanish when this accomplished nothing, she tried the large window set inside of the building and when this got the same results, she returned to the door and knocked rather loudly against the wooden frame, stepping back to cross her arms under her chest and kick her hip out to the side as she waited with an irritated expression for someone to open up for her or at least see what she wanted.
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Post by Ardy on Jun 27, 2011 2:21:25 GMT -5
Not even given a chance to argue his sentence, the male had started packing things for his suddenly planned flight to the states with his brother and girlfriend. Pleased was anything but the word to describe his feelings towards this new plan. Apparently, from the conversation he'd eavesdropped upon, they were worried about him. This caused an eye roll and bad attitude from the shifter. He was not some ten year old child that needed to be sent to summer camp. This was absolutely ridiculous as he was fully capable of taking care of himself, he just currently did not have the funds to move out yet had found a way of making those quite quickly. But somehow his parents had gotten suspicious of his new "business" and next thing he knew, he was forced to be shipped off with his brother. Lovely. Nothing was sentimental to him, this he knew as he packed mostly clothes and nothing else. He would not be able to speak with Kendra before leaving although he did not have any true ties to the girl as on several occasions they had used one another. No reason to tell her when she would already be moved on by now again probably. Sure Raphael had nothing to lose here, but nothing he could see himself gaining elsewhere. It had not been his own choice to finish high school completely, but dropping out had never been an option. Never had he been a stupid kid, only a troublemaker but not exactly a bad one. Now he had changed his path on his own accord and he was going to pay for it or so it currently seemed. Why he did not get up and leave, he was not sure but had a feeling that perhaps it was only for his mother's sake. Once his belongings were packed in a large duffel bag, he chose to go to bed which sleep did not come to him. In the morning he was woke up early, his brother waiting for him and brief good byes were spoken to his family. Naturally his mother was in tears as it was characteristic of her to be emotional like so. The stern gazes of both his father and eldest brother were met before he walked out the door to the car. He was not surprised not to see his brother's girlfriend as he was quite certain Donatello would not have waken her to go pick him up first. They drove back to the hotel only for him to ignore some speech from his older brother, catching some words and nodding but never actually listening. Ardeil was given the front seat of course and so Raphael was forced to the back on the drive to the airport. The flight was long and he was able to sleep through most of it, sitting near the window and avoiding meeting anyone's eyes whenever he was awake. Practically he was used as a slave to haul not only his but also some of Ardeil's bags to the Challenger due to Donatello's commands. This only fueled the building agitation but he stayed silent for the remainder of the trip to drop off the woman as well as the return to his new house for the time being.Long list of rules were once more recited to him, nodding and muttering without paying attention. ...And you start working tomorrow at the restaurant. You might want to save money for a car; otherwise you have the options of walking or using a bike when I'm not working. Staring in disbelief, the younger was tempted to start sputtering obscenities but turned to stalk up the stairs with a hard glare. Finding the guest room he settled into it as best he could but still found it difficult. Things were already strange and he knew the trust his brother had for him was extremely minimal. The upside of this now was that he had a job that was legal if that was something to think of as great. As of yet he was uncertain to whatever slave labor he would be forced to do. The following day, he was forced to wake up much too early but grudgingly did so and wore a larger pair of jeans and stained t-shirt that instantly set his brother in a bad mood. Something about at least looking presentable was muttered and Raphael actually did change as there would be enough fighting as it was. Raphael had often wondered how much it would take to make his brother's life a living hell, to the point where he would be sent back home. But two words kept himself from this tempting work; military school. When it came to that, he was a coward. Really this did not make sense when he was close to risking his life at times but something more bothered him about joining the forces. Maybe it was because the willing people who served made him actually feel guilty. Whatever it was, he completely despised it. But he was not getting his ass sent down that road, end of story. The work described and set out for him did not surprise him as it involved washing dishes and cleaning up. Not that it did not receive multiple complaints; most being ignored. The employees themselves were not as uptight as Donatello and Raphael actually found himself taking a liking to them; more so the ditzy waitresses that offered to train him. To his dismay, this was quickly shot down by his older brother and now boss as well as trainer. I'm pretty sure washing dishes is self-explanatory. He snapped before going to spend the day doing so. Not only did the work bore him to tears, he could not believe he had wasted his day doing so. The working crew entertained him though, the conversations in the kitchen he found quite hilarious.When closing time came around, they were all talking about some plans or something when he heard a knock on the door. Irritated at someone's stupidity, he walked over to open the back door. We're closed. Aggravated vocals sounded as he was about to close the door, even before looking at whoever had knocked. Eyes went wide though as he saw the girl standing before him. Smirk crossed kissers, stepping halfway back through the doorway to call back to the others. Which one of you ordered the stripper? He asked sarcastically and they all busted up in loud laughter. With a raised brow he then looked back out the door with curiosity. Could I help you? I must admit, I do have a rather long list of personal specialties.... Gaze lingered from head to toe of the girl quite appreciatively. Nothing Italian about her which was obvious but he could tell there was an attitude behind it all, especially with the current stance and look of distaste across her features. As usual, Raphael was amused with himself, waiting to see her reaction to him. Arms crossed over his chest with a coy expression.
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Post by Lonestar on Jun 28, 2011 1:04:11 GMT -5
A long moment passed after she had knocked on the door where there could be nothing heard going on within the restaurant from where the woman stood outside. Letting her impatience get the best of her, the mamacita released a heavy, irritated sigh before shifting her weight to one leg and beginning to tap one toe of her heels against the pavement regardless of how it stretched out her calves. Finally, after what felt like ten minutes, she could hear the sound of one of the inner doors opening and shutting followed by the heavy steps of a man. Relaxing her stance only slightly, she stopped tapping her foot on the concrete and was about to unfold her arms in order to walk towards the door once it was opened, but the hombre who had only moments ago been her savior became her enemy as he rudely uttered 'we're closed' before even looking at her as if she did not know that tid bit of information herself. Growing angry all at once thanks to the latina temper that had been passed on through her family for generations, the lady was instantly turned against him and the situation did not grow any better when he finally seemed to take the time to look her way and seemed surprised and maybe a little pleased at what he found. Amused enough to forget for a little why she should be cussing him out in her native tongue, the girl smirked across at him, about to ask if he liked what he saw, before catching the expression on his face. As he stepped back and let the next syllables fly out of his mouth, she was enraged enough initially to push forward and sock in him in the face, but she managed to rein herself in enough to regard the situation with some distance, choosing instead to mock him rather than give him a possible black eye or broken nose. I don't think any of you in there could afford to 'order' me, dishboy. Her velvety vocals oozed from her mouth, sounding more like a seductive compliment than a dis though the content definitely left no room for questioning her reasoning for speaking. A soft chuckle escaped as he then offered to help her, obviously suggesting something other than retrieving her late roommate even though she did not need his eyes roaming over her to know that. Brow cocked at him in curiosity, wondering where the man got his boldness from before she formulated her return address. Stepping forward to close the space between them, she maneuvered herself till she was standing directly in front of the stranger, looking up at him with their bodies’ only inches away while she stood in the doorway and began the execution while letting some suggestive interest enter her face. What would those specialties be? Insulting women you've never met before and therefore ruining your chances that they would ever possibly consider being around you if given a choice no less sleeping with you? Or would they instead include aggravating an college student who has an important test tomorrow morning when she already wants to skin her roommate alive for making her wait out in the parking lot for thirty minutes when she offered to pick him up? Dropping the rouge instantly, the chica let the venom enter her voice and at the end pushed him back into the establishment with the correct amount of force, flashing a disgusted look before letting loose her voice once again. Go. Tell Manuel he better get his culo consigue afuera pronto{get his ass outside quickly} or I will leave him here to walk home. Staring him down with her dark eyes, she waited till the bloke disappeared before stepping back out of the door frame and letting it shut behind her as she walked away from the entrance a few steps before turning and waiting on her roommate to come out, returning to her impatient tapping of her shoe with arms cross in front of her chest.
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Post by Ardy on Jun 30, 2011 1:18:54 GMT -5
Always, Raphael had been the polar opposite of his oldest brother. Never was he the considerate one, the one that had constant plans or anything near that sort of thing. He was the one that did not care, did not take into consideration what others would think. He was what he was, leave it or take it; end of story. This changed nearly for no one, the only exception being for his family as that was still strong in his Italian blood. Some he had respect for, but never in large quantities. The fearlessness in him could be consider moronic of course, the shifter gene being something he held pride to but thankfully was not stupid about. He was known to get out of line and use this as an advantage when it came to physical combat. These instances were hidden from his parents, Leonardo the one to have his back in most cases. Things may have been different if his eldest brother had been around but there was no way to tell for sure. He had always been the one that possessed the hot temper. Seeing as no one else seemed to hear the knocking at the door, it was he who decided to walk over and quickly stated that the restaurant was closed only to open the door seeing as he recognized the exasperated and dramatic sigh to be female. Typical as always. Curiosity caused him to look back though, gaze catching the amusement registered in her own as she did not even make a statement to his obvious assessment.Soon his arrogant comment was made to those back inside the kitchen, knowing that it would not settle well with the girl in front of him. He could sense the rage beneath the surface however, her selective retort was verbal, only saying that none of them could afford her in rather suggestive tones. Still impressed with this response as it was similar to what he had received from his brother's girlfriend, arms were crossed over the male's chest. Chuckle rang out from him as head was shaken. I suppose that's how it always is when you have good taste. Vocals returned, only for his later comment to get her riled up. Dark eyes watched intently as the lady walked forward until she was nearly standing on his toes, never looking away from her gaze. The syllables that flew from her mouth soon after sparked his interest however he was very aware that this girl was not playing some game and was not about to back down. As much fun as this was for him, he knew it would not last as she soon spoke up again, this time demanding that he go back to fetch Manuel, followed by some Spanish phrase in which he was unable to catch. Simply nodding as he was pushed backwards by the girl and back into the restaurant, entertained gleam was in his eyes before turning back on his heels and rolling his eyes. Finding Manuel amongst the others, he was able to catch his attention. Some spicy senorita is waiting for you outside and said something in Spanish otherwise you'll be walking home. Manuel nodded slowly before turning back with a questioning look. Could you distract her for like two minutes? With a grin, Raphael seized the opportunity as he already liked toying with the girl. Slipping back out the door, he hesitated a moment as the lady was obviously impatient as it was but knew either way she would be waiting. He's coming, though it'll be a few minutes. Lyrics called out into the darkness, stepping forward as well about to say something only for the door to crack open and Manuel to appear. Actually relieved by this as he could not even come up with any witty comments, quiet groan came from the male as he heard his name being called as though he were some sort of dog. Disappearing back inside, he met the stern gaze of his brother who surprisingly enough had nothing to complain about for his first day's work. Instead, the younger was surprised as he was then told he had the next day off to get out for a bit. This freedom did not make much sense for Donatello's reasoning but of course there was no complaint coming from him. For his day off, he got the exciting liberty of walking so he could not go too far, even if he tried but he knew doing so was practically useless. Walking around aimlessly without direction only got him so far but it was better than being stuck at work to clean up after other people. He had to have walked over half the town by now, nothing catching his interest in the slightest bit. So this was why he was allowed to roam maybe, because there was no trouble he would be able to get involved in? And most likely a fake, Italian ID would be useless here because generally the security seemed a bit tighter than that of Italia's. Yet he could try but would wait for a later hour.
ooc: sorry Lone :/
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Post by Lonestar on Jul 6, 2011 9:21:07 GMT -5
An unamused expression was shot towards the male at his retort, but she said nothing more and instead a moment later advanced upon him. After making it perfectly clear what she thought of his 'specialties,' she ordered him to go get Manuel which he did without any comeback or complaint which both surprised and pleased her. Good. At least one male has gotten it through his thick skull that I am not someone to toy with when I'm angry. Stepping back from the door, she returned to the waiting stance with her arms crossed in front of her chest and one hip kicked out to the side. Maybe a minute passed and she exhaled out of frustration, switching her stance to have her hands on her hips out of boredom and for something to do while she was waiting. When the door opened again, she had a string of latino curse words chosen for Manuel since she assumed he would be the one to step out onto the street, but instead she was a little shocked to see the strange Italian man again. Lifting her brow at him in question while tapping the toe of one of her heels upon the pavement, she waited for him to explain and once he told her that her roommate would still be a few more minutes. Ninya groaned, rolled her eyes, and started to pace with her fingers grasping at her temples, trying to contain her temper that threatened to explode its wrath upon everyone in sight. Aye Dios mio! She exclaimed quietly before releasing a long list of spanish in a little louder of a tone as she cussed out Manuel who still had not managed to show his face. Attention had not been on the male at the door so if he had been about to say something or if he was even still there she would not have noticed, but once her roommate opened the door and emerged, the chica jerked her livid eyes to glare at him as she grabbed her keys viciously from her pocket and held them tightly in her hand. About time chingo. Never ask me to pick you up again if you are going to gaste mi tiempo{waste my time}. Using her long legs, she strode quickly to the car and got into the driver's seat, turned on the engine and was starting to back out before her passenger even closed his door. Grumbling underneath her breath, she ignored him the whole ride home though he tried to make excuses for holding her late and telling her that it would not happen again, but she neither believed him nor cared. She had a test to worry about and studying would take up the rest of the night. Once they got to their apartment, the mamacita was the first out of the car and the first to open the door only to slam it in Manuel's face as he came up behind her. If he did not know how pissed she was at him before now then he certainly got the picture now because he kept his distance and went straight to the bathroom to shower before coming back out into the living room where he slept on the pull out couch. Ninya disappeared into her bedroom and pulled out the math book to finish working on the practice problems that she had been doing earlier that night. After spending an hour on that, she quietly made her way out of her room to use the bathroom and shower before retreating back into her domain where she studied for four more hours before falling asleep with her book and papers scattered all across her bed. The shrill alarm on her bedside table woke her up only three hours later and she groaned as she rolled over to turn it off. Not caring what she looked like for class, the lass dressed in navy blue v-neck shirt and gray sweatpants that she had gotten from her previous internship at the police station before gathering her books and going into the kitchen to have yogurt mixed with granola and strawberries for breakfast before she hurriedly made her way down to her car. Thankfully, traffic was not too bad so she made it to class a little early which was acceptable and actually expected on test days. The test took two hours and she used all of the time provided to check and recheck her answers. She could not afford to be poorly on this test. After her test, she went to her next class, hand lunch, and then had the last class of the day. Once arriving back at her apartment, she cleaned the kitchen and bathroom as well as threw some dirty clothes into the washing machine before finally passing out for a nap on her bed. When she woke up, she checked the clock and phone. Seeing that she had two missed calls from two of the girls she had met while at college, she called the first back and found out that both had contacted her because there was a party going down that night and they thought it would be the perfect way to celebrate finishing their last test before the final. Agreeing to go with them, they made arraignments to pick her up and she hung up then started to get ready. The thing about being underage was not wondering if your fake ID would work to get you into clubs or not. No, instead you had to know where to look to get your fun and college parties offered it all: alcohol, drugs, and dancing. She did not much care for the drugs and alcohol, but Niyna loved to dance and would on occasion drink quite a bit. Even though these parties offered all of the main things that most people looked for when wanting to have a good time, she could not help but to compare each college get together with the latino parties that her neighborhood used to put together. Nothing could hold a candle to a real Mexican fiesta.
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Post by Ardy on Jul 8, 2011 13:11:03 GMT -5
Amusement had gleamed in the male's in natural response to seeing his new amigo(about one of the only Spanish words he knew) being chewed out by the feisty woman who appeared to be near the same age as himself. Though karma was in the air as he was soon being summoned for as well and quickly disappeared into the restaurant. However Donatello was actually in a decent mood and brought up the idea of giving him the following day off. Quickly Raphael credited this to Ardeil as he figured that the elder had plans with her or something. Now he could see what an advantage that his brother having a girlfriend could be for him. Already he was considering the benefits of the distraction she would cause which would lead to the perfect diversion for him. He could go out, enjoy himself and not get caught. This all made perfect sense to him. The male was much too exhausted to do much when he returned to his temporary home, eating dinner before then going to his room for the night. Lying in bed, he stared at the ceiling as so many thoughts were going rampant since he left and now they were causing his head to throb. He could not sleep and turned several times, grunting as he could hear voices in the next room. He could not make out what they were saying to the point of eavesdropping but it was not rocket science for Raphael to be aware that his brother was not alone in the next room. Eyes were rolled at this and the pillow was pulled over his head and at some point he actually fell asleep. As artificial light poured into the room, he groaned when his brother snapped at him to get up. Figlio di una cagna. He muttered under his breath so his brother could not quite catch it. This was his day off, yet he was not allowed to sleep in which he did not quite understand. Though it was not overbearingly early so he dealt. He dug through his clothes to grab a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, which was practical for his usual dress. When his brother had gone for the day, he set out on foot to do some investigating. The town had little appeal to him and the more he wandered, the more he found himself taking a stronger dislike to it. For now this was beginning to feel like hell on earth for him, he needed something to get his mind off of just having practically everything ripped away from him. Everything, even though there generally was nothing. Walking with his hands stuffed in his pockets, attention was caught by the honk of a horn as well as some Americano who apparently thought he was hot shit. The piece of scrap metal he was driving pulled near the curb and he tried to get the shifter's attention. Brow rose as he turned to look at the other. Hey you, dude. There's this mad party going down, you in? This was a bit random, but eh the white guy looked friendly enough. With a nod he then got in the passenger's side, only for introductions to be made then. Name's Eric. His new acquaintance stated with a nod and gunned on the accelerator before turning sharply to the right. Raphael. Heavy accented lyrics returned and before long they were parked in some driveway along with multiple other cars. Him and Eric had talked for a while before splitting ways. Turned out that his new American friend was not too bad other than quite annoying. Eyes scanned the crowd aimlessly as though he would recognize some one while moving through the mass of people. As expected he discovered no one and then sought his way to where they were serving drinks, taking whatever was handed to him without a problem. The first drink had little effect on him besides subsiding the small headache that had returned. Watching the door, curiosity soon got the best of him as he found himself walking towards what he thought to be a familiar face although of course this was not possible. This became obvious soon as the girl glanced back at him, first in dismay before once more with a bit more of a flirtatious air. Shaking his head, quickly the male moved away as he could not afford to go down a road similar to that again. He had to get that damn woman out of his head as she had been one to cause nothing but trouble for him. Hell she was the reason he was here. She had needed money and he had been the fool to get it for her. Of course his logic had ended real well seeing as the source for the money was not technically legal, especially when said girl pointed it out and got his ass nailed for it. Narrowing his eyes, he once more distracted his thoughts, sly smile crossing features as confident, cocky attitude returned. No more stress and regret, he could think of this as a vacation, could he not? Right now he was going to have a damn good time, regardless. Sly grin crossed features as once more he gazed around the room with a bit more interest this time.
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Post by Lonestar on Jun 28, 2012 11:47:19 GMT -5
Cars were lining the street three houses abreast the house where the party was being hosted. Ninya's eyebrows lifted in slight awe and curiosity as she had yet to come to an american fiesta that was so overloaded with people. Sure, back home this sort of turnout would be expected for every party that was thrown, but this town was such a far cry away from home that the damsel for once in her life felt safe. She didn't miss her hometown or the identity that living there had stapled her with. The mere color of her skin and the allure of her accent had associated her with the gang violence that was the only thing the white people saw coming from her side of town. Sure, she missed her friends and especially her madre, but getting out of there had been worth it and she certainly was pleased to be just another woman in college, even if part of her ethnic background was stripped from her because of it. The girl that was driving quickly found a spot and parked before they all checked themselves in the mirror and hopped out of the car, laughing at their own foolishness though they knew that their own vanity would never change. Along with a few other people who had shown up after them, the girls enter the house, pumping rap music that could be heard over the loud chatter and laughter that dominated the house greeted their ears. The chica could not keep the smile off her face for this was exactly what she had needed. Making their way through the crowd with Ninya at the head, the trio came into the kitchen were one of the girls she was with greeted the guy who had invited them with a hug and quickly introduced her friends. After shaking her hand, the man proceeded to explain to them where the drinks were and what all they had. Beer was in the ice chests lining the kitchen area and there was trashcan punch and a few other mixed drinks lining the counter and table. The latina instantly grabbed a blue Solo cup and flashing a smile at him, filled it with the trashcan punch which was one of her favorites when she actually drank. Leaving their friend to talk to the hombre for a while, she and the other girl made their way into the main area where most of the others had gathered to watch the spectacle as it unfolded. They chatted occasionally, but both were preoccupied with the happenings around them. In the time that they had gotten drinks, someone had managed to clear space in the room and started a dancing area which a vast majority of the people had joined. The urge to dance was almost overpowering, but the essa managed to contain herself and decided that after she finished her drink, then she would join the masses. Nearly slamming the drink, she set it on the chair beside her and, smirking playfully at her friend, turned to walk backwards into the group, being careful to not disturb anyone where she began to move with the music. The genre was not her favorite for her liked the way the beat that bands from her home country played moved her body, the contessa had adjusted her style to rap and hip hop easily enough since that was likely all she was going to get to dance to tonight. She had only been moving on her own for maybe a minute when at her back she felt the warmth of a body fill the void and the carbon of a man spread across her neck. Rather than push the male away and he began to grid with her beat, the lass accepted his presence and pressed back against him, glancing over her shoulder slightly to catch a glimpse of the guy. He wasn't extremely attractive, but the chico had no qualms about challenging her to keep with the pace and that made her accept him instantly. For a time, she set about learning his rhythm before the sound changed and they had to adjust their movements to match it. Once they were set, she let her eyes roam the room, out of habit and had to do a double take when she thought she had recognized a face. After staring at the male for a while, the lass was suddenly able to place him as the cocky bastard who had answered the door to the restaurant where Manuel worked and called her a hooker. Remembering how the last party went where she had ran into a Italiano drake, the essa decided it would probably be best to steer clear of him if she could though the rebellious side of her wanted the chance at having another toy to play with if only for the moment. The girl stepped away from the dance floor for a moment to get a drink and catch her breath, leaving the man who had been behind her to search for another female. Once she was certain she would be able to dance on her own, she moved back out there, just in time for the DJ to play Pitbull, the closest artist she was going to get to one of her hometown boys. Loving the latino message of the song, she lost herself in it, moving the way that the Puerto Rican man had intended his audience to move to his music.
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