[center][color=a0410d][h1]Eastwood Evans - Lightly Irked[/h1][/color][/center]

Eastwood's head turned at the mention of his roommate's [i]nombre[/i]. He caught a glance of Acheri behind him and sent his eyes a-rollin', slingin' one arm around her shoulder and tuggin' the girl into his orbit to hang with Soleil, currently still crouched atop his shoulder. It was hard to find the boxer through the haze of short, smug girls, but East did a'ight for himself and locked his eyes on Masamune Go with a friendly mock glare.

[color=a0410d]"You Jap sumbitch," [/color]he growled, husky voice rumbling in his throat and chest, [color=a0410d]"thought we were gonna sprint together 'fore sundown."[/color]

As effectively as he could, he moved his Soleil arm - the right one- to clasp Go's hand in a friendly shake.

[color=a0410d]"And as for [i]you,[/i]"[/color] he continued, now fixing his glare on Acheri. The half-Native American girl was purdy much usin' him as a great big wall to avoid any comeuppance for her mischief [i]yet again.[/i] And Eastwood was gonna have to allow it [i]yet again.[/i] [color=a0410d]"One o'these days it ain't gonna go so well when you try and scamper off to me for help. I might not wanna. Ya little devil."[/color]