<strong>-- Delilah Etienne (http://img838.imageshack.us/img838/9682/boxingwoman.jpg) - Simon’s Bull - Pleasantly drunk and pleasantly ready to punch someone.  --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"This shit's way too fuckin' heavy fer<em>me</em>," Delilah said suddenly, slapping a few bills on the counter top and getting somewhat uneasily to her feet.  She gave the others an odd look, making some sort of vague gesture in the air.  "Ya'll kin have fun with--well, with whatever the fuck it is that's up with ya'll."<br/><br/>As she passed on by Michael she slipped him a piece of paper with a sly smile and a wink, her heavy combat boots clomping all the way to the door.  The napkin had a number written on it--looks like he made a better impression than he might have thought!  Of course, he'd have no way of knowing it was actually the phone number of a BDSM club down in Florida.  Some habits never change.<br/><br/>Practically kicking the damn door off its hinges, Delilah strolled out after Al and arched her brow at the chick that was having a grand 'ole time going to town on some sorry sack of piss and shit on the ground.  She sauntered over with just the slightest sway of inebriation and made to slap a hand on Abigail's shoulder.<br/><br/>"Hey.  Not sayin' he didn't do somethin' to warrant a good kick to the nads, but yer gonna fuckin' bust somethin' if ya don't quit it.  This git don't look like he's got the money fer a hospital bill."<br/>