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[indent]From his perfectly positioned seat, Santiago watched as the usual suspects from King’s Academy made their entrance into his lair. The first face he came across was Ariel Grey, whom he exchanged brief hellos with before the girl disappeared into the crowd. She seemed okay enough - though her not being his type meant the didn’t really know anything about her besides her name and face. Then his eyes fell on the new kid Henderson, whom he hadn’t really had much time around to form an opinion on. Then there was Kavi Salvador, a guy Santiago didn’t really like much. You would think that with them being Hispanic it would bring them together against the whities of Palms, but for some reason he wasn’t aware of, Kavi disliked him. Oh well. Not like he would lose sleep over the Jew-beater.

Up next were two nerds whose names he didn’t remember (Raven and Oliver), followed by the new basketball star straight outta New York. Then came Miss Angelica Rodriguez, who was sweet enough to compliment him on the great turnout the party was having so far. Santiago had meant to thank her (maybe even turn some gears into motion for any [i]further[/i] interactions) but she was gone before he could say anything, and he was much too proud and lazy to go chasing after some skirt.  

The list of unexpected surprises was headed by Mara Lubitsch, who Diablo was pleased to see had miraculously decided to get her nose out of her books and actually go out and have fun like a normal person. Following Mara were none other than the famous Misfits: a foursome Santiago was half-expecting to be in attendance. He knew that Archer and Jun were neutral when it came to him, but was also very much aware of the strong feelings of dislike that little Marisol and her unofficial boyfriend Sonny harbored for him. But one think Diablo knew for sure was that no matter how much they hated him, they could never resist a kick-ass party. He hoped they could put aside the ill feelings for the night and enjoy themselves.

After some wandering, his stray gray eyes fell on Stella Lambert making a dive into his pool worthy of an Olympic medal, and a smirk immediately came upon his features when he saw Lucas going after her, heading straight for the kill. The young man made a mental note to keep tabs on the developing situation -so he was a nosy motherfucker; sue him- before a familiar voice pulled him back to the present.

[i][color=E0633C][b]“Thank you for hosting,”[/b][/color][/i] he heard the girl say, handing him a bottle of green liquid before turning on her heel and starting to walk away.

[color=D11717]“Hold up!”[/color] Diablo called out after her, and only continued to speak when the short girl turned around. He was internally surprised to see it was Beatrice Endive.[color=D11717]“I have a few questions about your gift, actually. Mind taking a seat?”[/color] Diablo asked her while pointing at the available sitting space next to him, shooting her the million-dollar devilish smile that earned him the infamous reputation he bragged about so proudly.[/indent]