Christian Alexander Santos
Christian was half listening as the waitress poured his drink. "Rough night sweetie? You're quite the heartbreaker" she said rather confidently. He shook his head, refusing to answer her. He didn't know her and he had no desire to tell he anything about himself. That's when her brother came stumbling in drunk. Christian recognized him but didn't remember his name until Danika said it. 'Rory...' he thought 'I've done business with a Rory...I wonder who he owes? Someone I know probably.' a smirk lit his face. 'He probably owes Dominic. That'd be quite an interesting turn of events' He turned his attention away from them and to his drink. He took a gulp and stared down into the glass. "Another" he said sharply, banging the glass onto the bar.
Four drinks later and Christian was starting to feel the buzz. His henchmen entered the bar and sat at a table away from Christian. They were sick of waiting and they knew that by now he'd be drunk and couldn't care less what they did. Christian looked back up at the female bartender and ogled her breasts for a few seconds before looking up at her face. 'THAT'S the kind of face...Hell that's the kind of BODY I want to marry' he thought. The word "marriage" had no meaning for him. It wasn't as though it was some romantic festivity, he could care less. The only reason he was searching for a woman is because it was part of the rules. Christian got up and headed over to his henchmen, drink in hand. He leaned in and whispered "Pay off the barkeep. Whatever he wants for the bartender, "No" is not an option. He gets paid off or killed." He headed back over to the bar and waited with a sly smirk on his face as his men initiated a business transaction.