<div class="floatright">(http://a4.ec-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/88/7c1e43c4d6150eedc41be33f7793b46e/l.jpg)</div><br/>Michael ordered another coke and basket of fried shrimp.<br/><br/>He smiled softly at Shiva's cheery grin and playful punches.  Her cuteness was just an inch too over the top, like the half-senile dirty old man act his grandfather put on whenever young yahoos came looking for a fight with the old Indian who took down their dads a half dozen at a time when they were kids.<br/><br/>"Miranda thinks this is the place for us to start," he popped his last fry and chewed it quietly, then nodded, "That's her job.  Our job is to win fights, grow stronger, and put on a good show.  I don't aim to tell her how to do her job."<br/><br/>She glanced at James, "Not that more sponsors hurt."