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[color=E0633C][i]Look at him, look at me
That boy is bad, and honestly
He's a wolf in disguise
But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes

That boy is a monster[/i][/color]
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[indent][indent]Beatrice’s annoyance and snappy mood didn’t dim Santiago’s smile. Quite the contrary: it only peaked his interest in the chocolate-skinned girl. I was always funny to him to see women playing hard to get at first, but end up riding him off into the sunset after a few rounds of shots. Or, at least, that’s how it went in most cases. Beatrice Endive would require a little more observation before he made his final decision whether to go in for the kill or let this particular pray go.

[color=D11717]“I know it’s a bottle of liquor,”[/color] Diablo said with a laugh, shifting his position in his chair to move closer to Bea. [color=D11717]“But you see, mami, I’ve never seen a bottle like this before. What are these things right here?”[/color] he asked her, pointing at the remaining pieces of the unknown, pill-like things at the bottom.

She looked between him and the bottle of liquor. Her face lit up with a mischievous smile and she tapped the bottle. [color=E0633C][b]“The worm, of course. As a Latin lad, you’d think you’d recognize it.”[/b][/color] Bea folded her hands back into her lap and looked at him curiously. The look of confusion he had given her made her sigh in resignation. He wouldn’t even venture a guess? How boring. [color=E0633C][b]“They’re sour skittles.”[/b][/color]

[color=D11717]“OH!”[/color] Diablo exclaimed in recognition, howling with laughter now. No wonder the girl had been so exasperated with him! He should have recognized the little jelly pieces in an instant! [color=D11717]“Sour fucking skittles,”[/color] he repeated with a smile, opening up the bottle and smelling it. The scent of alcohol filled his nostrils, but it was laced with the familiar hint of… [color=D11717]“Green apple?”[/color]

She stiffened and looked shocked as he began to laugh.  She had not expected that and it had surprised her.  It was a loud and honest sort of laugh that came from the gut. Bea couldn’t help but smile and laugh a little in return.  Maybe he wasn’t the scary demon lord everyone made him out to be.  But then again, demons were good at tricking people. Unable to hide her mirth at his reaction she replied, [color=E0633C][b]“Yeah, they’re the best ones. I hope you like it. Did you need anything else?”[/b][/color] she tilted her head to the side, her bored expression now holding just a bit of the laughter that had danced across her mouth.

[color=D11717]“Actually, yeah: I do,”[/color] he told her, grabbing two shot glasses that were conveniently sitting on the table in front of them and handing one over to Bea. [color=D11717]“Take a shot with me. You were generous enough to bring me this gift, so it’s only fair that you’re the first one I share it with.”[/color]

Bea sighed heavily at the appearance of the shot glasses. Seriously? She brushed some of her light curls back from her face and looked down at her hands. [color=E0633C][b]“I suppose,”[/b][/color] she said. [color=E0633C][b]“If you want. It was supposed to be a gift for you though. As long as you’re okay sharing.”[/b][/color]  She brought her face back up to his again.

[color=D11717]“Of course I’m okay sharing, [i]preciosa[/i].”[/color] Grinning, Diablo poured the sweet-smelling alcohol up to the brim into Bea’s glass first, then did the same for his. The young man placed the bottle on the table in front of them and raised his glass up to the curly-haired young woman. [color=D11717]“So, Beatrice Endive, what do we toast to tonight?”[/color] he asked her, keeping his playful gray eyes on her small face.

Accepting the shot in her hand she stared at the translucent neon green liquid with a wrinkled nose. Toast? Did people normally toast at these sorts of parties? That was the sort of shit that people did with champagne flutes or wine glasses, with the tapping of knives against glass and a fancy sort of air about them. 

Her brown eyes looked up to meet his. With a slight shrug she replied, [color=E0633C][b]“You can just call me Bea…. A good time a guess.”[/b][/color] Her tone was lazy and quiet - unsure. [color=E0633C][b]“Uhm… happiness?  I’ve never toasted before.”[/b][/color] Her brow furrowed, what did this guy want from her?  They hardly ever talked and he seemed the sort to want to interact with pretty girls. Bea knew she was a scrawny, tiny little thing. Not at all his type, so why all of this attention? She was quite confused. She chewed her lower lip nervously.

[color=D11717]“To happiness and a good time, then, Bea.”[/color] Diablo repeated, raising his shot glass, clinking it with hers and shooting her a wink before expertly downing the liquor in one gulp. The young man smacked his lips together for a few seconds, brow furrowed as he took his time in tasting the shot he’d just had. When he was finally finished, Santiago turned to the girl with an appreciative grin. [color=D11717]“[i]Puñeta [/i], this is good vodka. [i]Gracias[/i], Bea.”[/color]

[color=E0633C][b]“Prost,”[/b][/color] she responded, knocked back the shot and tapped the glass down on the table upside down.  She gave a small smile when the boy complimented the drink.  [color=E0633C]“I’m glad you like it,”[/color] she said quietly. [color=E0633C][b]“Thank you for sharing it.”[/b][/color] 

For what seemed like a long few seconds, Diablo’s gray eyes locked on Bea’s. He didn’t know if it was the consequences of the alcohol finally hitting his bloodstream after that vodka shot or not or not, but before he knew it, he was reaching out to tilt the girl’s chin up and plant a rather intense kiss on her lips.

The fingers that touched her chin caused a blush to sprout across her face to the tips of her ears. Golden brown eyes widened as his lips touched hers. Bea stayed very still for a couple of beats. She reached out and gently placed a hand against his chest and gripped the cloth of his shirt.  It felt… nice? As her eyes closed, the young lady didn’t know whether to push him away or slap him. In the end, her mind did this weird sort of fuzzy blank thing and she found herself returning the kiss clumsily.

It did not last long and as he parted from her she opened her eyes about half way only to find Santiago giving her a satisfied smirk.  Thereby making the blush brighten on her bronze skin.  When she came to realize what had happened she immediately stiffed and brought her hands up to her face to hide it.  Her brains were working backwards and it seemed none of the cogs wished to function properly.  Some were moving much too quickly while others had come to a dead halt. [color=E0633C][b]“I…  That…  I nev-....”[/b][/color]  Stumbling over her words she finally peeked out from between her fingers and squeaked, [color=E0633C][b]“You taste like skittles.”[/b][/color] 

The young man immediately let out a booming laugh at her childish reaction. Yeah, there was no way in hell he was corrupting a cute little flower like this one. He liked his girls dirty: with grit, sharp edges and a bite; and this one was the complete opposite of what he went for. Innocent girls like these were Lucas’ turf. 

In that second, he realized what his next move would be. [color=D11717]“Alright, [i]bella[/i], I’ve got a few people waiting for me out there. I’ll see you around, okay?”[/color] he explained, taking the chance to plant another teasing kiss on her lips. [color=D11717]“If you want anymore of this or something more, you know where to find me,”[/color] Diablo told her with a wink, wasting no more time in standing up and walking away from the crime scene.[/indent][/indent]