R. Lazarevich

"Let us be friends, Anon."

He grinned.  "An eye A date for an eye.  How about that?"

Richard firmly takes on the tackle and grasps onto the little figure, patting her back and taking advantage of the situation. "Aha...redhead indeed."

Though a bit appalled at the question, he was glad to comply.  "Well, you see...It's where I keep contact information.  Here, let me show you."  Richard reached into his pocket to fetch the tiny notebook.  Without notice, a small slip with a sketchy number and lipstick mark falls out as he flipped open the book.

"Oh? Vu mean this?" Richard responded as he waved an empty glass bottle in his hands.  "I thought it was wat--hic!"

"You're just jealous."

[[LOL... Or I have no life.]]

Without a second thought, Richard responded, "That's a cheesy joke."

Richard looked over at the other circus member as he placed his right hand to his chin, forming a thinking stance.  He fell into deep thought for a moment before casually responding, "Hmm...I've never measured that."  Then paused for a bit upon continuing in a more confident tone, "However, I can assure you that it is more than enough friction to make your hair stand on end."  He snickered.