<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>Reverse Cowgirl Yee-Ha!<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, Lottie and Kate.<br/><br/>Kink made no attempt to hide his wide smile from Kate as she told him that her twin was interested in him and that they might "Cut-to-the-Chase", rather than wasting time with idle chitchat. By now the buffet table was becoming crowded, other members coming over to fill their stomachs. The Clown flashed a taunting, yet oddly seductive wink to Chloe in passing before moving back toward his table.<br/><br/>"Couldn't we at least see what the main course will be?" Kink wondered of the Twins, casually grasping a lock of Lottie's hair between two fingers, lifting it to his nose to smell. "The night is still so young."<br/><br/>For a moment, Kink played with his food, grasping the entirety of the salad in one fist and squeezing it until all the greens held together. He placed the wad of salad on top of one of the toast points spread with antipasto. He topped the makeshift sandwich with the other toast point, scattering olives, bits of prosciutto and crumbles of cheese into the bowl before he could lower his face enough to take a big bite out of the corner. Crumbs scattered everywhere, but the acidic vinegar from the antipasto blended well with the lightly dressed greens and he closed his eyes for a moment, appreciating.<br/><br/>It was then that Kink felt it, making the hairs on his neck stand up slowly. Eyes on him. To Kink, there was no such thing as unwanted attention, but secret attention was something different entirely. How could he appreciate being appreciated, if he didn't know it was happening? That was when he saw them, all huddled close and conspiratorial, peas in a fucking pod; all hushed whispers and sidelong glances. Lexie and Elizabeth, looking often enough that it seemed certain they were talking about him.<br/><br/>Kinky had heard Lexi before, shouting about banishment. Was this his reward for providing her with a breath of fresh air earlier? She'd have him thrown out of the show that he loved. Elizabeth would do whatever was best for herself, in any situation. The betrayal by one of his own was the hardest part of this jagged little pill to swallow. He bit angrily into his sandwich, terrified to imagine what he would be if he wasn't Kinky the Klown.<br/><br/>He wouldn't be cast off so easily, not while he still had breath in his lungs and a will to oppose them. Kink snapped the latex band from around his head and cast it spitefully into the dirt. He turned to Lottie and Kate. A unique smile painted across his lips, this one wicked and injured, dangerous and feral.<br/><br/>"On second thought. Fuck this upscale casual, bullshit. Let's cut to the goddamn chase, girls." Kink said authoritatively, all in one breath. "Follow me, I know just the place."<br/><br/>With that, Kink stuffed the last of his appetizer sandwich into his mouth and took Lottie by the hand, leading the sisters toward the back of the tent, toward the small dressing area behind the main performance space. If it was a war that Lexie wanted, he'd need to recruit some soldiers of his own.