<div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong><br/><strong>Role:</strong> Hand (security/general labor)<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Clean black T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br/><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>English<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br/><br/>Kepler was a bit surprised hat Elizabeth reacted so strongly to Lawrence and Lexie's little dance. Apparently the past was not so much the past. His eyes strayed over to the two in the dance floor again but he didn't see anything particularly suggestive about their moves, well, other than the expected logistics of dancing with an essentially naked young woman. He wasn't about to pry into Elizabeth's feelings but he wondered if she was really objective when it came to Lawrence...or if there was more to Lawrence than the rest of them had seen yet.<br/><br/>"I dunno, Elizabeth...it's Lexie, you know." He shrugged a little and took another drink of his beer. "She likes to keep things lively...just looks like a dance to me."<br/><br/>Kink was another matter and he had to agree the odd clown looked unhappy about something. "Yeah, I'll keep an eye on him. You let me worry about that, ok? You seem a little jumpy tonight...I guess we're still trying to figure out the new mix with Lawrence comin' back. I gotta say, since he's been back, he's been real decent with folks, hasn't been throwing off any attitude or throw his weight around. I think most of us...especially if we didn't know him before...are inclined to accept him. But you know him better than anyone else, and if you think there's a reason to have a sit down with him, just name the time and place. I agree, there can only be one alpha male and when it comes to trouble...I'm it. The rest of the time I don't give a shit."<br/><br/>He gave her a hint of a smile and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and rolling the beer bottle between the palms of his hands. He saw Chloe handle the knife issue and silently approved, "I'd never hurt Kink if I didn't have to. I'm bankin' on not having any trouble tonight. Call me optimistic."<br/><br/>He thought of a couple other pieces of business he wanted to run past her and they chatted a bit as he finished his beer, wrapping up the last few details. He noticed Lawrence pulling Mariana aside and thought maybe it was a good time to run interference or Elizabeth might end up stewing all night. <br/><br/>"We gotta stop with the shop talk," he said, standing, and offering his hand, not intending to take no for an answer. "What do you say, Ms. Sawyer, care to dance with the help?" <br/></div>