<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>Lexie<br/><br/>Elizabeth was beginning to get pissed off.  She was used to being angry from time to time, but this particular one made no sense what so ever.  She loved getting angry at others, it was one of her favorite past times.  But she wasn’t angry at anyone else.  Disappointed in a handful, perhaps, but when alcohol was involved that was expected.  Upset with some.  But she was angry with herself.  She was angry for letting herself get in such a foul mood.  Fuck, this was supposed to be her event.  This was supposed to be where she showed her Family a good time, and where she had the chance to play with each and every one of them.<br/><br/>Yet there she stewed, like a jealous high school student who just saw her ex boyfriend kissing another girl.  Worst part?  He hadn’t even done that.  Finally she shook her head and waved her hand in the air, as though it’d shoo away all negative feelings.  It didn’t, but she knew what would certainly help.  She poured herself another glass of champagne.  She drank half of it and then set the glass back where it’d been.  The next thing that she knew, there was a figure at the top of her eye standing on her table.  That did not please her, no one had the right to stand on her table.  But when her eyes raised to find that it was just Lexie, her anger subsided.  She actually managed a grin with the clowns words.  The smile turned into something devious…The spirit was at work, and not even Elizabeth was able to escape a clowns charm.<br/><br/>None the less she was surprised when Lexie reached forward to brush a strand of hair from her face.  It was a comforting gesture.  And when she first began to speak, Elizabeth thought about defending Lawrence.  Why?  She was not quite sure.  Again, Lexie astounded her.  Clowns always came in nervous around Elizabeth.  They were always afraid they’d do something wrong, or not seem friendly enough.  And here Lexie was, yelling about banishment into the entire crowd without a care in the world about how they would look at her.  Her obvious lack of care for appearance just broke Elizabeth.  By the time she finished her last statement, Elizabeth was laughing uncontrollably.  One of her hands lifted to her chest and clasped over her heart as her legs pushed forward, and she did manage to knock over the glass of champagne.  She did not care in the least, she was happy.<br/><br/>It took her a few moments to collect herself enough to sit up straight again.  Even once “collected” she was still hiccupping out a laugh or two every few seconds.  Once again she shook her head, but this time it was with a joyous smile.  She’d just found this girl, and already she was becoming one of Elizabeths favorites. “You’re absolutely silly, Lexie.” Elizabeth found the bottle of champagne again.  This time she didn’t bother with a glass, and she simply drank straight from the source.  The bubbles burned her throat and she coughed a little before she set the bottle on the ground beside her.  Her eyes lifted to Lexies face, before giving her the once over.<br/><br/>Lexie looked absolutely marvelous in nothing at all.  Even Elizabeth was capable of drinking in the appeal of the girl.  Her eyes traced Lexies curves, then followed the stripe of flesh that rode up her spine.  She recalled seeing Kink rip the latex from her body.  She had thought about punishing him for it, but now she was just too pleased with Lexie to care. “You look stunning, Lexie dear.  I’m not surprised half the eyes in this room are still fixated upon you.” Elizabeth lifted her hand and began to pat the seat to the left side of her.  It was a privilege that she doubted Lexie would understand, unless one of the clowns had gotten into her ear about the hierarchy.  Whether or not Lexie decided to sit, Elizabeth spoke.  She hoped Lexie would, as it’d help prove a point to others later.<br/><br/>“Since I am sure it’ll get into your ear later, you dancing with Lawrence pissed me right the fuck off.  Then he decided to go and talk to Mariana.  Don’t blame either of you though.  But enough of this depressing squabble!” Elizabeth turned to face Lexie.  The smile on her face was now completely happy.  She appeared to be admiring her clown, and for good reason at that. “Kinky can be difficult.  But he is an amazing clown.  I’m not quite pleased that he used your latex as a bandanna, it seems arrogant.” She shrugged her shoulders as she looked back towards Kinky.  It wasn’t the type of thing that was worth confronting him over, unless Lexie gave her reason. “But you’ve been perfect.  I felt the spirit take me in its hands when you came over, and turn my frown upside down.  And the cliché was meant to be corny.” Elizabeths eyes turned back to Lexie, this time she seemed to have a serious expression upon her face.  “With guidance, I could see you becoming the lead clown.  Kinky would not be happy about it, but he understands my decisions.  I think, I mean you never know with him.  You may still be new.  But I consider you as much a part of the family as anyone else.”<br/><br/>Elizabeths gaze turned back towards the crowd.  She smiled.  She didn’t want to leave Lexie with such a daunting decision that came out of no where, so Elizabeth decided to have a little fun and be playful. “Though I must tell you, I may just be telling you what you want to hear because of how sexy you are in that latex.  I’m not sure I could pull it off that well.” She tried to make her voice playful so that Lexie didn’t think that Elizabeth was coming onto her, but the smile on her face would let Lexie know she meant her words.