Manny never once lost the smile on his face.  Not for a second did the lips even waiver on his face or feet come down from the table.  One hand went up while the fighters “discussed” their differences of opinion with the big fellow taking the position of Switzerland.  A finger snap summoned over the waitress once more before he turned toward James again.<br/><br/>“Do you want a drink James?  You look like you could use a drink.  Hey there honey, why don’t you get my man James here a drink of anything he wants.  Top shelf only, can’t have him sick for his big debute.  How about something to eat?  Yeah, that would be good.  Hell, let’s go drinks all around and some food to boot.”<br/><br/>When the waitress walked away after taking the orders the feet finally came down from the table.  The smile was gone and a serious edge hardened his eyes.  “Look man this was just a friendly meet and greet of your new crew.  Teams are how New Orleans does things and so a team you’re gonna need to break into this venue.  Right now though James, your mouth is writing checks that your ass is gonna have to cash.  Of all three of you the big guy there has got the best shot at getting a fight in the city.  Cutie Q there could get a bout in a porno and you could get a VH1 spotlight faster than you could show face in this city on a fight circuit.”<br/><br/>“I got you a fight over in Baton Rouge.  Good publicity there with the LSU crowd and fraternities.  Maybe get you a sorority tail after the fight, I dunno.  Anyway their hosting something to open the school year and there’s fights aplenty up there.  If you do well, Fort Polk up around Leesville has some serious competition from the good ole boys there.  Home town heroes and wanna be G.I. Joes.  From there I’ll have more leverage to do a meeting with a sponsor.  Got it?”<br/>