Russell had been busy today and he couldn't help but smile  at the prospect that there might be a few more ladies attending the meeting tonight.  That is, if Russell managed to keep his eyes on the prize instead of whatever the odds were for a dozen different teams to beat whatever spread had been assigned to them.<br/><br/>He smiled politely at two freshmen girls that congratulated him on a great game last weekend before pushing past them silently and approaching Russell as he fiddled with his locker.<br/><br/>He moved up alongside Russell and turned so he could lean up against the locker next to Russells.  Never actually looking at Russell and keeping keen, intelligent eyes on the hall, casually looking up and down it as he spoke in a low, but confident tone.<br/><br/><strong>" Tell me you've made some progress on our floundering membership status Russ.  We both know that if I could do it, I would...but I tend to attract attention. You?  Well...you don't, atleast not the kind that matters. "</strong><br/><br/>He muttered quietly before speaking louder once more.<br/><br/><strong>" So, what are the prospects for tonight?"</strong>