A man’s hand came to rest on the shoulder of Shiva.  The smell of overly applied cologne mingled with cigarette smoke.  Against her shoulder the hand settled with such a casual touch she might think she knew this man.  Along her body the arm attached to this hand extended until disappearing beneath a sleeveless shirt.  Muscles showed themselves along the appendage though nothing compared to other fighters she had seen.  The man was in good shape, but he was no trained warrior like she would find herself battling.  Instead the smile he wore so easily was the weapon of choice for him alongside the hummingbird tongue that now moved.<br/><br/>“Well hello there hotness.  I gotta say there are a lot of fine looking ladies up in here but you are just the exotic flower I was looking for.”<br/><br/>The other hand in the man’s possession held a newly lit cigarette.  Hand wrapped paper was tucked between his fingers before being thrust between his lips.  That hand now reached forward as if to shake hers.  Around the cigarette he continued to speak, unimpeded by the dangling torch.<br/><br/>“Manny Fresh chica.  You’re Shiva right neh?  Miranda said you’d probably be riding that scooter here.  Gotta be careful in this city with those things.  Pot hole swallow you right up.  Seen a buick go in one once.”<br/><br/>The hand withdrew so he could take the cigarette back into possession.  Smoke poured out from his smiling lips now.  Beneath the cheap lighting she could see that his skin was naturally tanned.  Easy eyes peered down at her before looking back around the bar.  From around his neck dangled a chain of gold, the markings intricately done and displaying that he had access to some kind of wealth.<br/><br/>French fries were laid out before Michael Forrester.  The golden delicacies freshly taken out of the grease while a bottled coke was put before him.  A voice from behind him called out his name.  “Yo Mike, don’t worry about the tab man.  On the house for the company ya know man.”<br/><br/>A couple of fake punches were threw toward James by the man as he steered the group toward the table.  The smile never faded even as he plopped down in a chair across from the former movie star.  The cigarette was still dangling from his lips when his feet went up to the edge of the table.  “So we got business to talk about right?”<br/>