<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mariana<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>new girl/main engineer<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Circus Hand<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Engineer/Carpenter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Big Tent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>white tank top, jeans, suspenders, work boots<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chloe, Lawrence, Lexie, Kinky.<br/><br/>Mariana was slowly zoning out as the night continued. Her mind wandered as she let her blood alcohol content grow a bit. A nice warm feeling tingled in her cheeks as she went over the next days plans. What needed to happen and if there was any way she could speed it up. There was a method she was trying to implement when taking down the trapeze and convincing the guys to change how they usually did it was taking more than a smile. With some convincing and proving with math how it would be easier it happened.<br/><br/>She went through the routine in her head trying to think of a way to make it more efficient. Although she had to admit it was already pretty good. Some time passed, she couldn’t tell if it was a few minutes or an hour but in a moment Lawrence was flinging open doors and bringing in food. Mariana sat there just watching him in what she mumbled under her breath as “rocking the boat”. She had not been here long but no one had ever taken things off of Elizabeth’s schedule but maybe people knew things she did not.<br/><br/>He put biscuits in front of her and asked her to join him to discuss things. She wasn’t sure what since she did not do much as far as his and Elizabeth’s act went – who knew. She stood and grabbed her glass and the plate that was just given to her with biscuits on it. Chloe made a comment about how she should dance tonight. She was about to make a note that she didn’t really dance but nothing came out of her mouth. She just nodded and watched as the lovely woman walked off.<br/><br/>Mariana then made her way over to wear Lawrence was and sat down at the table across from him. She took a sip and put the plate in between them.<br/>“So... um... what did you want to discuss?”<br/>She took a biscuit and began eating, she was starving and couldn’t think of much else to say in that second. Food seemed better than trying to fill the air with small talk. She swallowed and wrinkled her freckled nose as cigar smoke filled the space between them. She finished her drink and went to grab his bottle of scotch to put some in her now empty glass but paused.<br/>“Do you mind if I have some?”<br/>She smiled softly and looked him in the eye trying to think of something cute or witty to say but instead just put some scotch in her glass and waited for what he wanted to talk to her about.