<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oodrLvSj1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Elizabeth Sawyer<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Ring Mistress<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Fire Handler<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Big Tent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark Emerald Green Corset, Black lining.  Black Tights, with three inch matching Emerald Green heels<br/><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>French Canadian accent, French<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kepler<br/><br/>Keplers words about Lawrence caused her to give him a look.  He was right, she did know him better then anyone.  Perhaps that was the problem, she was already assuming that he was up to no good when really he had yet to do a thing to cause her such beliefs.  When Kepler told her that he most of the circus had seemed to accept him, her nerves settled a bit.  Just a bit, though.  Those who had known Lawrence before he was kicked out knew he was good people, and since those who didn’t seemed to think the same…Perhaps he hadn’t changed that much after all.  As for the rest of his words on Lawrence, he was a bit mistaken.<br/><br/>“Lawrence will only act out if it is required.  When I knew him before, he avoided any confrontation unless it was required.  And I could never arrange a meeting or he would see it as a threat.  All I mean is that, perhaps even in passing, you let him know that there is nothing to worry about.” As Kepler leaned forward to come closer to her, her eyes were drawn to him.  It was one of his talents, he could draw the eyes of about any women without very much trouble.  She smiled and gave him a nod, hoping his optimistic thoughts proved to be true.<br/><br/>The rest of the time seemed to go by quickly.  The idle chat about the ins and outs of his business where almost mindless to talk about.  It helped to calm her, though perhaps not as much as that third glass of champagne did.  By the time she finished it, he finished his beer.  She didn’t let it be too obvious that she was pacing herself so that they finished drinking at the same time, she thought that he would simply part ways with her and find another group within the family to converse with.  Her eyes happened to catch Lawrence trying to slip away with yet another girl, and Kepler was quite correct in her assumptions.  She once again began to feel a tinge of jealousy, that was interrupted by Keplers words.<br/><br/>He spoke as he stood and her eyes followed the line of his body before they met with his.  He had a look on his face that let her know he was now the one in control, and had his words been in the least bit negative she wouldn’t have been happy.  But he offered her a dance, and who the hell was she to tell him no?  Elizabeth gave him her hand and stood up, taking a moment to balance on her heels.  She was just a bit tipsy, but standing up tipsy in heels always took a moment or two to get used to.  “Just a dance?” She said with a teasing look towards him before adding one tiny little tidbit. “Do not call me Ms. Sawyer, and you are not simply the help.”<br/><br/>As Kepler lead her to the dance floor, she began to think about exactly what Kepler was doing.  She had just had to watch Lawrence dance with Lexie…Even if he was quickly dismissed, she had still been forced to watch it.  And now she was to take that very dance floor, with a man who was as beautiful as Lexie was.  Though a whole hell of a lot more clothed.  She gave a crooked smile as she imagined Kepler wearing as little as Lexie had, and she had to stop herself from asking him to undress. “Be a doll and show me off?  If it isn’t too much, that is.”