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"CHAD!!!" It was too late. It was about time he would do something stupid...

"Eh, dont worry about it man. They use it for their own protection. Alotta the guys around this neighborhood.... well you get the point." Romeo looked behind him. "Those are the guys we should worry about." A few feet behind them sat tall, armed men in a booth. One was smoking a cigar as the others were cheering in some foreign language to a woman grinding on a pole. A few had Makarov pistols, but there were along Ak-47's laid along the side of the V.I.P. section. "Those Russians are packing some serious heat!!"

"Sure thing," he said buttoning up his shirt. As he walked away he sprayed a bit of cologne on and tossed the bottle on to the bed. Half an hour later at the Inferno Crimson....

"Wow!" He had an awestricken look on his face. Under the photo of Chad, covered with lipstick and hickies, read: Chad Safe Bartholomew Flynn. "Your idiocity has just amazed me. You take it to a whole 'nother level." He reaches into his pocket and shows his own ID: Romeo Antonio Carlos Martinez Soto Cruz Santiago Torres Garcia Espinosa Santos

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Hell yeah I play Baseball!!! Yankees > It is owned by the Dominicans!!! I play outfield, 1st, and sometimes I pitch I use one hands swings cuz I'm a showoff though

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OwO Those are awesome!!! I'd recommend having the text blend in more with the background. But most of all, just be creative and have fun with it

"Oh, no lo entiendo? Bueno, puedes saltar de un acantilado, hijo de p*ta!!" he buttoned up his shirt. "These guys don't play," he puts his gun in its holder at his side. "One mistake, and your ass is gonna be filled with holes. We gotta play it safe."

(I didnt want to write what my relatives do when they are drunk getting nekkid Apparently Romeo can take alcohol better than them ) Romeo was forcefully pulling up his pants, while jumping up and down. "Nah, I have to go. If something goes down over there, your ass wouldn't last a second without me." As he jumped for one last time, he bumped his head on the wooden fan. "Mother fu-" He took deep breaths. "Esta bien, esta bien, esta bien..." he repeated to himself multiple times.

"I AM NOT DRUNK!!!" Romeo begins to cry. "I just get a little emotional sometimes, and they NEVER leave Britney alon- oh look!!" He exclaimed, more noticably drunk by the second. "A nickel-" As he reaches over for the metallic object, he bangs his head against a wooden plank... 2 hours later at the hotel: Romeo wakes up in a hotel room. "Chad!! We gotta be at the club!!!" Romeo had the worst headache, and he started to hold his head in pain.

Romeo trudged along the promenade. He made slow, uneasy steps. Apparently the alcohol was setting in. Jerking his body around, he managed to face Chad without falling. Walking backwards, he replied "You know," he burped "evah since we partnered up 4 years ago-" He stumbles on his foot, but gets his balance again, "I've almost died 11 times, almost got my foot and ear removed, got hit by a truck, I have a tatoo reading "Rick was here" on my shoulder for some reason, and during every mission I always look like a complete dumba-" Romeo falls into the water around the beachwalk.

My hair is a crazy mess!!! I can only brush it if I use like 3 different bottles of shampoo, and it only stays straight for like an hour. And I have to use massive amounts of gel when its curly, so thats a load od money on stuff im going to cut off anyways.

Romeo looked around him. Dozens of onlookers were staring at him, and whispering... "I-" His voice broke off and he walked away.

() Romeo was strolling along beach walk, his mind in a blur. How is it that his wife was in so much danger, being undercover in one of Spain's most dangerous gangs, and all he could think about was Juliet? He was glad all the alcohol was in his veins or- "Oh damn!!" Chad was too busy eating this woman's face to notice that she was pulling a metallic object from her side. A knife. Romeo ran up and tackled Chad and the woman and knocked out what was in her hand. Lip gloss -_-.

They each took a long sip. By God, it was strong! But it sure did help a lot. After about 4 more shots and 2 beers Romeo felt a better. "Thanks a lot" he said with relief. "Your very welcome" she said with a comforting grin. Their eyes met again, but this time longer. The barmaid seemed to draw closer... But Romeo withdrew himself. "I.. I have to go. I'm sorry. Thank you very much." Romeo walked away from the bar, and as he stepped onto the sands, she called him one last time. "Hey!!! I never got your name." "Romeo" he replied. "See you around Romeo. I'm Juliet."

Romeo returned to his depressive state, head down and all. "Oh, nothing. Just wife problems." The barmaid shown a dissapointed look at the word 'wife.' She shook it off and returned a smile. "Ah. You want a drink? It's on the house." "Sure! How bout a shot." She handed him a small shot and their hands met. The two blushed, but then retreated. "I'll have one myself then." She poured herself another shot. "To... life and all its greatness!!" she exclaimed happily. "Amen" he repeated.

Romeo rested his head on the bar table. He tried to clear his mind, but it was too hard. He had a dark feeling lingering through him. Someone would die. "You look down" His thoughts were cut off by a soft, comforting voice. He lifted his head to see the two most beautiful brown eyes staring back at him. As Romeo's eyes met those, belonging to a round-faced girl of about 25, they both gave a quick smile. She flipped her dark-brown curly hair behind her ear and asked "Something wrong?"

"Feel free to pick around man. Just don't get too comfortable. We have to get our hotel rooms in an hour. And try to get as much info as you can. Your mouth isn't just for smoochin' women y'know." He spots a nearby bar. "I'll meet you up in a bit. I need a drink." He sighed as he walked away.

"That's where you are right my friend!!" Romeo gave a light as they approached the sunkissed beach, filled with gorgeous women as far as the eye can see. "Chad," he said with delight, "Welcome to Rio..."

Of course I won't. I don't want to get an upset stomach like last time *coughredsoxhatcough* :dodgy:

XDDD lmfao Ziggy would be perfect as Big Boss with the eye patch and stuff. I wanna hang with Deepthroat- I mean the cyborg ninja dude OwO

"No no no no no no no no!!!!" both Romeo and Armando exclaimed like roaring motorboats. Armando whispered as if being overheard "You kill Tony, and this city blows!!! He controls all the gangs here, like a marrionette. If he's dead, the whole organization crumbles. This place will turn into a living hell." "So our option's are?" "Well," Armando continued, "tonight he's having a drug ring with his buisness partner, Dimitri Dmitriev." "Russian's are involved?" "Yes. It's unknown what kind of past those two had together, but it is certain it's not a good one. They are meeting at one of Tony's biggest night clubs, Inferno Crimson. What you do from there is up to you. Dead or not, we need him."

"Talk about f'ing beasts.... ARMANDO!!!!" A tan, very skinny man in a Hawaiin t-shirt walked up to them. "How you doin mi amigo?" The two exchanged conspicous gang-like hand shakes. Armando spoke "I'm doin great man!! I love it down here in Brazil!! Oh, and I got V.I.P. entry at one of Tony's clubrooms. I'm sure hes gonna be there" The man had a nerving, odd look on his face. Romeo turned to Chad "This is my old friend Armando. We go way back to high school." He gave a light gesture, "Lets go walk around"