Roman Rodriguez

"I mean look at you. You've got everyone here drooling," Samantha insisted with a gesture towards him. "And you are more than aware of that," she added playfully. "I have never held that sort of power in a room of so many people."

"Even you?" He playfully interceded, in part to draw the attention away from himself a little bit. "Would you want to be able to do that if you could?" Roman asked after a moment, curious as to her answer.

"You set quite the bar for yourself," she observed with a light smirk. "It's really no competition but at the same time I enjoy it all too much to tell you to quit putting so much time and thought into those things. I love the attention after all," Willow could admit. "I always have faith in you. Even in those rare times you don't have faith in yourself," she remarked. "Alright so should we meet up in like an hour or something? I'm pretty skilled at pulling myself together with a quick turnaround time if needs be."

"I do. How else am I gonna be the best." If he set the bar high, it meant he had no choice but to aim high. He didn't settle for mediocrity. "You're almost as much of an attention whore as I am. That's probably another area I can't be beaten on though." Roman admitted easily, a snort of amusement passing is lips. "But meet in around an hour? Sounds good to me. I can't wait to see how you look."

"Definitely. I mean they'd blow the cash to look good but let's be real the party would still have to be on their terms," Willow shrugged, smiling at the memories from all the past parties he'd thrown that she'd attended. Whether they were for her or not, she'd always had an amazing time if Roman had a hand in the planning. "Proven fact," she confirmed with a grin.

"You see, the thing is, I know you almost as well as you know yourself. Ain't ever gonna be anyone who can outdo me when it comes to you, Willow. Not without some serious effort on their part." He told her, grinning when she agreed with him that it was a proven fact. "It's good to know you have faith in me too though."

"I know you do," he always made a point to acknowledge that but it was also clear he had particular tastes. While she liked nice things and good people, she certainly feel like she'd lucked out most of the time. "This I know too. I'll never forget some of the surprise parties you've thrown for me in the past. Nobody knows how to keep a secret like you do."

"Well you deserved good surprise parties and it wasn't as though anyone knew how to pull them together with quite as much flair as I did. I can't imagine you'd rather your parents do it for you and as much as I rate your sisters... I'm still better at this. Proven fact." Roman spoke with confidence.

"It's cute when you get jealous," Willow teased in reply. While she'd always been the type of girl who tended to have more guy friends in her close circles, the only two that mattered the most to her were Joe and Roman. There wasn't any competition for either of them in her eyes either, valuing them in different ways but holding them both in very high regard. "Alright, alright. I won't go spoiling your surprise," she laughed after the peck and his arm draping across her shoulders. She knew that he knew she enjoyed surprises but she always tried her luck at getting a hint anyways. "I can definitely do that."

"I like to keep my standards high. The highest in fact." Roman informed his best friend, knowing how much Willow valued and thought of him. That was never something he had to concern himself with. Even when they'd been parted, they kept in regular contact. "You say that as if you could though. I happen to have a skill for keeping things under wraps when I need to."

"You know exactly what you're like, hot shot," she poked him playfully in the chest as he came closer, shaking her head at him with a soft laugh. "You have, you have. I can never deny you that. You treat me better than most men," Willow had no qualms in admitting. She never had to worry about how Roman would behave in regards to her and that quite frankly spoiled her when it came to interactions with others. "As you should, darlin'," she drawled at him with a grin, reaching up to gently squeeze his chin and give it a shake. "So where are we going then?"

"Just most men? Clearly I have some work to do then. I don't like not being your favourite." Roman stated, smiling down at her, though he was very glad that Willow had good men in her life. He'd have been concerned if she couldn't name any more. Roman leaned in to press an affectionate peck to Willow's lips before tossing an arm around her shoulder. "Well now, that'd be telling wouldn't it? You just get yourself all dressed up and leave the rest to me, doll."

"You can't blame me for expecting you of all people to have some ulterior motives, especially given your track record," Willow pointed out with a snort. "That is sweet however, Ro," she then smiled softly. "So you'll flip on all of this on a dime like that? Ouch. So much for our Valentine's Day plans I suppose."

"What exactly is my track record, hm?" Roman narrowed his eyes in an accusatory manner, hovering closer to the small girl. "Because when it comes to you I've been nothing but the perfect gent." The male pointed out, though he didn't actually seem bothered by Willows words in the slightest. "But not flip on a dime, no. I just know my worth and that anyone should be glad to spend time with me."

"Do you really mean that or did all your other picks turn you down?" Willow joked lightly in response to that. "However I find it hard to say no to you... so count me in. Have you got any ideas of where you'd like to go?"

"Damn Wills... Here I was being all nice and you already try and poke all the air outta me." Roman, held a hand to his heart at the accusations. "No I didn't invite anyone else out for Valentines day. You are my first choice." He corrected with a fond roll of his eyes. "Though now I am not feeling so generous..."

"Hurt myself? I never knew you cared so much about my wellbeing." Roman held a hand to his heart and let his lower lip pop out a little in an effort to act touched. "Exactly. I'm glad you've come to see sense. Not easy for you given you are so bull-headed." He added with a smile. "I have no doubt in your ability to aim however. But I'm afraid I can't make any promises. I'm having too much fun teasing you."

There was that confident grin on his features that filled his entire face when Roman saw the way the woman's eyes widened. He got a kick out of joking with her like that, in part because he knew he was lucky she didn't maim him for the pleasure but also because he felt it was also a good way to get her used to talking about it. Or acknowledging it around him. It wasn't anything to hide anyway but she'd long since explained her reasoning behind that. "Oh, I think you'll find I very much did. Don't encourage me any more. You don't want to hear all the rest I have stored up in here. I am a veritable trove of leg jokes right now." Roman laughed, tapping lightly at his skull with the tool. "So, what do you say? Coming to see the band? Otherwise I'm going to go around kidnapping all your beloved tools until you agree."

"I am glad you see it that way but I'm sure it is a trait that puts some people off," Samantha considered with a shrug. When he'd said that it was something to be celebrated, she couldn't help but smile. "Thank you for saying that. It genuinely means a lot. And certainly coming from someone like you who I wouldn't expect it from honestly."

"Coming from someone who you wouldn't expect it from?" Roman had to laugh a little at that. "I don't know what impression I am giving off if you wouldn't expect it from me." He admitted with another chuckle because it caught him a little off guard to be called out like, though he could tell she hadn't meant it to be that way.

"What you're saying is the opposite of a problem," she commented when he spoke about his hair getting curlier after the foam party. "That'll only make you sexier if you ask me," Willow shrugged back. She had one hand clasped around his and her phone in the other, guiding them along to the location pin she'd sourced. When they made it to the venue, there was clearly an impressive turnout and the blaring music could be heard even from outside of the building. "I'd guess we're in the right place," she laughed as some people stumbled out with a few suds resting atop their hair and clothing.

"You think it'll make me look even sexier do you Wills?" Roman said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "I'll bear that in mind and maybe wear my hair curly more often." He joked, as they walked, already knowing they were close by when people started coming out covered in suds. "This would be a good night out for a group." He mused, as they made their way inside, the music thudding around them. "I'll pay for the entry."

"Didn't think you'd get sweet on me," Eva teased. There was still plenty about him that frustrated her to no end, but it only made what she could get from him even more satisfying. If she had to agree to his terms sometimes, it seemed like it was a price she was wiling to pay. "I know, it's so unlike me," she shrugged off, rewarded with the feeling of his fingers against the material of her clothing. "But I'd say you're to blame for melting my braincells and causing me all this terrible memory loss. What have you got to say for yourself about that?"

"I'd say I normally have that effect on women but it's not something you normally give into so that's even more a feat in my eyes." He complimented the woman, giving her a smile as he brushed back her hair with one hand. "And if I've melted your braincells already, I'll be interested to see what happens when I get my mouth on you."

"I suppose that's up to you to determine if it's worth it to you or not," she shrugged back with a laugh. He was right about most likely facing their wrath however. The sister trio costumes were arguably tradition. "Funnily enough, I've mostly gotten a lot of kids saying they love and recognize the character so that's been cute. But there will be other parties. Sounds like you had a more eventful Halloween than I did this year."

"Wills, you are always worth it." Roman couldn't resist buttering the woman up but he also genuinely meant it at the same time. Nothing had ever been a waste of his time where Willow was concerned. He loved the bones of the girl. "Eventful is definitely how I would describe it. Good word."