[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color] & [color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Location: LeBeau Casino - New Orleans, Lousiana[/color][/b] [/center]
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Richard smirked after Bobbi as the woman walked away. She was a treat and with a body to kill in more ways than one. Ignoring the disgusted look his sister shot him, he couldn't ignore her thoughts. [color=ForestGreen][i]"You do remember we agreed those who work with us are off limits?"[/i][/color] Apparently he was smart enough to think of future ramifications. Well wasn't that a horrid revelation? He shrugged absently in response to his little sister. Pushing himself free of his seat, the Armani suited owner of Lux sighed and ran a hand a hand through his hair as he followed that wickedly graceful body into the training room.

Ayita had padded into the room after her brother with a disapproving frown. Her amber eyes begging Gambit to work it the other way around. Oh, she liked Bobbi well enough but Richard knew better than to be angling for her seriously and she damn well could pick up from his insistence that was [i]exactly[/i] what he was doing. [color=ForestGreen]"Why are we sparring? Rather, why is he sparring? He tosses people out of the club for causing a ruckus regularly."[/color] The younger Dyrkin pointed out with a slight whine to her voice and a great deal of annoyance on her face. She had a book to read after all.

[i]That[/i] got Richard's attention and made his steps hesitate. Ayita didn't whine, oh complaining was one thing. But whining? Glancing at the younger of the siblings, he earned himself a glare of reproach. [color=Olive]"A little spat is a spat, my dear sister. A spar however? That is a work out and Bobbi is far more difficult than those half wit drunks."[/color] He flashed the said woman a charming smile before removing his suit jacket with a certain care, his vest following. Rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt the night club owner looked amused at Bobbi and beckoned a 'come at me' motion. [color=Olive]"Worried I'll get hurt? Or you will lose?"[/color]

[color=ForestGreen]"I'm fighting [i]Remy.[/i]"[/color] Ayita pointed out in annoyance, mimicking her brother as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. [color=ForestGreen]"You'll heal. I'll lose."[/color] The facts were already there. She didn't have to like them however. Especially not with Richard being a bit strange. [color=ForestGreen]"Personally I hope she wipes the floor with your smug smile. God know your ego could be taken down a peg or three. Thousand."[/color] Pushing Richard from her mind she sighed as she began to circle about Remy with her own staff. Noting them himself, Richard plucked two knives.