<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"></span><div class="floatright">(http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/e574d4d6-52f5-4880-aa72-7e521103b0f4_zps415fee98.jpg)</div>It was hotter then all hell in here, everywhere.. even more so in the dark confines of Runas tent. The set up was very authentic, as Garrick would no doubt have had it any other way. Leave it to The Ring Master to hire this panther of a woman as well, the guy really knew how to pick his help. Louie shot her a confident and disarming grin when she sat up like a shot, leaving Louie with just a fleeting second to wonder what she had been doing seconds before he pushed his ropey frame in. She had invited him in, not one to be cold or snotty and Louie took his place where she ushered. He sat with a a near inaudible grunt, one leg bent at the knee for him to rest his elbow on, the other held crooked out to the side so he could lean back on his wrapped palm. Wild blue eyes were drawn to the loosened falls of hair.. he liked girls with black hair. They weren't uppity like most blondes he met, and red heads were.. well if Sandra was any indication, red heads could be mighty hard to handle once you were finished with them.<br/><br/>"Ayuh, clock work, right?" he started in. He shifted so he sat with spread knees, the soles of his chuck taylors pressed against one another. His big gnarled hands cupped his knees. Runa had asked him a very good question. He grinned disarmingly and said "Last night Jay sliced my face with a beer can someone threw inta the ring. That was a surprise, and not a nice one. Is it in the stars for me to get the upper hand again is what I wanna know". Before when Louie had come to her he had been younger.. about twenty. He was twenty two now, and the hankering hadn't changed. He liked the company of women, revelled in it, he was an incorrigible skirt chaser.. sometimes he got lucky, sometimes he didn't. It was mostly after a match did the girls start showing enthusiasm, what a bunch of sadists. The thought pulled a cocky grin to the right of his lips though.<br/><br/>Louie dug into the pocket at his upper thigh and pulled free a crumpled ball of bills, three twenties and one five. He slid her a twenty and lifted a fine eyebrow,  rested back on his palms before asking "So tell me gypsy queen, am I in line for another one hit knock out or do I got a different thing comin'?". He knew he was going up against today, a guy roughly his size but considerably lazy when it came to actually training, it seemed. The kid was okay, minus the fact that his jaw was essentially made of paper. He could block and weave all he liked, but once Louie was on someone, he was on them like a rabid sewer rat and<em>never</em>..<em>let</em>..<em>up</em>. A common annoyance amongst his opposers, after they had been thoroughly stitched by the loving and oh so gentle hands of the medic..<em> ha-ha</em>.<br/>[/size][/color]