[center][h1][color=a36209] Clay Hale[/color][/h1][/center] 

[color=a36209]"Well, I just figured you were my penance for past sins,"[/color] He said shutting her down quickly. Most of their conversations seemed to be a mix of nagging, bickering, and the occasional bout of teamwork that lead to a rather excellent hunt.  He took the final swig of his ale, just in time to see  Parisi return Senna's arm around the shoulder jester. 

For whatever reason, that irritated him far more than usual. Personally, he blamed the lack of drink.  He grab   Parisi's arm rather forcefully off of Senna shoulder, twisting it slightly before slamming it on the table. [color=a36209]"Okay, buddy," [/color] He said, speaking very quietly, putting his head  very close to Parisi's face. [color=a36209]"I told you to leave, I guess you must have misheard, so I'll say it again. Go away, you are not wanted here,"[/color] he released Parisi with a flourish, before sitting back down next to Senna. 

[color=a36209]" And before you get mad about that,"[/color] he said, turning back to Senna.[color=a36209] "If it is that important to you, we can /track/ tonight. That's it, no hunting till morning," [/color]He was mentally groaning at his  own words. [color=a36209]"Will that make you happy?" [/color]