<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o7_250.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kinky the Klown<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Elizabeth's Talent<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Clown<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Missionary, Amen!<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Big Tent, The "Cool" Table<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Full Makeup and Costume: Purple Sequin Suspenders, lime green "Hammer" pants, purple and green wingtips two sizes too large. No shirt.<br/><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>Jersey Here!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lexie, Chloe.<br/><br/>Kink flinched noticeably when Chloe reached across the table to pull free the knife that he had embedded so deeply in the table. It wasn't that he was frightened of her, or even that she moved suddenly. The move itself, was so unexpected that the clown sat up as sharply as if she'd stabbed him in the arm. In reality she gently, almost tenderly set the knife down, still within the clown's reach, and retreated casually back to her side of the table. Kink eyed her suspiciously, taking his knife back up and deftly spinning it between his fingers like he sometimes did with coins, knuckle to knuckle, turning his hand over when it reached the end.<br/><br/>What was she playing at?<br/><br/>When she suggested that he go dance with the Twins, Kink felt like he understood. He was making her nervous and she wanted to get rid of him. That made sense, play like she was actually concerned for his well-being and then shame him away when he tried to return to his seat. Clever girl.<br/><br/>"No good dancing on an empty stomach." Kink muttered, gesturing with his cigar as he leaned back in his chair, looking triumphant at having seen through Chloe's tactic. "Though if you're in need of a partner, Chloe, I'd be tickled pink to go out there and cut up a goddamn rug. Perfect Gentleman that I am."<br/><br/>The liquor was still filtering into his bloodstream, and Kink slid the bottle a little farther away. Until he'd mentioned it, the thought of being hungry had scarcely even crossed the clown's brain, until he'd been fishing for excuses not to abandon his claim over a seat at "The Grown Up" table. Now that he'd said it though, he was remembering how long it had been since he'd eaten. A can of luke warm beans, on the fly between shows almost twenty four hours ago. Sleep was even more scarce during production.<br/><br/>Just as Kink was waiting to see if Chloe would call his bluff right back, Lexie returned to the table, bright as ever and focused on Kink. The sudden flood of bright, chipper attention from his fellow clown brought a brief but startlingly sincere smile to his lips. He turned ever so slightly in his seat to answer for his previous expression.<br/><br/>"Smiles are just as depressing as sighs if they're hollow. The best of joy and melancholy too, come from the truth behind them." Kink remarked flippantly, still smiling with a casual kind of ease that came from a smile that wasn't forced or even noticed by the wearer. "Much like our little circus itself."<br/><br/>Lexie's mention of intervening brought a different shade of grin to Kink's lips, letting his eyes truly appreciate her "costume" for the evening. Every lithe contour of her firm little package hugged to perfection. No peeling had taken place thus far, perhaps that was some of Liz's Spirit at work. After his eyes had traveled the full length of her, down and back up (art was meant to be appreciated after all), Kink asked the question that was truly on his mind.<br/><br/>"Aren't you hot in that fucking thing?" Kink asked, leaning conspiratorially close to Lexie as he asked it. Any further questions were interrupted by the clown's stomach, demanding to be heard with it's own urgent question in a plaintive rumble.<br/><br/><em>All this booze, already? When do we eat?</em>