[h1][color=violet][i]Carlos Gutierrez[/i][/color][/h1]
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Carlos held out the bag of Mexican pastries as a few of his friends helped themselves to one. Of course they loved them as with anything him and his mom baked. They put their heart and soul into all the delicious food they made and wanted others to enjoy a part of their culture they had brought over from down south. He gave a warm smile to Elisha as she complimented his churros.

"Of course they're good. I made them," he said winking at her. He rubbed her shoulder gently as he looked over at the girls as they were whispering to each other. It seemed rather fishy especially when Cassandra had quickly glanced in his direction. With a smirk, he slid over to them and butted his head in between their conversation. "I don't know what you guys are talking about. But whatever it is, it won't work and I'm always one step ahead." He chuckled and gave Billy a handshake. Carlos always felt a little bad whenever he played his jokes on him, but he couldn't help it. He was so easy. At times he would have to lay off because it seemed he wasn't always in the mood.

"I'm Mexican, Billy. There's no certain time that we start drinking." Carlos went over to the RV and stashed his things into the compartment, only holding a small backpack with him to take inside. He let out a laugh as he heard Kassey's skepticism of his churros. He had to admit she was a smart gringa. She was one of the hardest people to get so she was always a special case.

"You know me all to well there girlie. But don't worry. I'll make sure I get you good. And all of you my little pretties," he said in a weird witchy voice. He gave a handsome smile and made his way inside of the RV. "Let's get this show on the rode folks!" The inside of the RV was as he remembered it last year. Nice furnishings and everything was clean and functional. Carlos made his way to his usual spot at the booth table that was by one of the RV windows and made himself comfortable, pulling out an iPad from his small backpack to keep himself occupied when he wasn't talking with the rest of his friends.