<strong>-- Delilah Etienne (http://img838.imageshack.us/img838/9682/boxingwoman.jpg) - Simon’s Bull - Terribly amused.  --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Lookit you, gettin' yer britches riled so high!" Delilah said, all in good fun.  "Take yerself fer the stalwart protector o' this here little town, Michael?"<br/><br/>She turned in her chair, laying a heavy, chain-swaddled arm on the bar with a dull clank.  "In my experience, when people wanna do somethin', 'n I mean<em>really</em>got the fire burnin' in 'em to do more than just stand around, they'll walk right into hell no matter how many times ya warn 'em.  'N sometimes all it takes is one person willin' ta do just that ta set things straight again.  'N sometimes it just adds another corpse onto the pile.  Who can fuckin' guess, right?"<br/><br/>Draining the last of her beer, Delilah wiped a few flecks from her lips and rolled her shoulders.  "I've heard o' Otis, but I damn well ain't here ta see him.  Just here ta get piss drunk, nothin' more."