<strong>-- Delilah Etienne (http://img838.imageshack.us/img838/9682/boxingwoman.jpg) - Simon’s Bull - Shootin' the shit.  --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Delilah had glanced briefly at Michael when he slipped into the seat beside her, but that was enough.  With eyes like those, sharp and nearly white as glaciers, the woman had a gaze that seemed like it could drink someone in with only the briefest of looks, every detail and mannerism cataloged and scrutinized.  But a crooked smile was on her lips and her lashes fluttered, and it seemed as though the company was not unwelcome.<br/><br/>"Delilah.  And no, I can't rightly say I am," she said, voice thick with that suave Cajun accent that spoke of jazz bands and warm candlelit nights on the river.  She snatched up another shot from the bar and briefly gestured towards the door before knocking it back.  "See the truck?  That'd be mine."<br/><br/>At his politeness she merely laughed, a sound that the woman didn't seem at all accustomed to making.  "Only if you can't spare one.  I don't make it a habit, but after a few hundred miles on the road I tend to stop givin' a shit about<em>health</em>.  Never know just how long I'll be lucky enough to relax in peace."