Romance rushed back to The Strip as fast as he could..... there was to be a takedown that evening... and he did not wish to be late.....

Adrenaline filled his body... causing his muscles to tighten.  These takedowns excited Romance.  He walked hastily down the city street, passing many mobsters on his way to the takedown.  Romance kept his eyes straight ahead of him... not wanting to offend anybody by not speaking with him, but not wanting to allow conversation to distract him from the task at hand.  He did take a moment to give Cassiopeia a polite nod.  Romance felt it was is his best political interest to show her due respect whenever he saw her about, as she would most likely be authorized to lead a crew of her own in the near future.  He contemplated stopping to exchange pleasantries and compliments with Mave_the_Fox as well.... however there was no time............  Romance shook his head and tapped his watch so let the disappointed Mave_the_Fox know he had more pressing matters to tend to.  But there would be another time......... time for them to be together.  For now... Romance wanted to focus.....

"Hello Romance..."  Romance's concentration was broken by LarryLongNeck.  Romance did take a brief moment to stop and pity him.... such a hideous man.... he would never know the feeling of a woman's warm mouth on his.... a loving caress..... rather the only interaction he would have with most women would be ridicule and shunning..... at his expense of course....... a miserable existence indeed.

Romance entered his apartment and checked his watch.  He was right on time.  He opened the door to his bedroom..... she was inside.. under the covers..... waiting for him.....

"Hello..." Romance said softly. "I am here for the takedown...... of my pants......"

He shut the bedroom door behind him. Moments later moans echoed through the hallway.  The takedown was a success.  There was only one casualty.................. his heart.

Cassiopeia was walking down the street, her hands filled with several shopping bags. She was in no real hurry today. She had spent the day away from the hustle and bustle of the work she was used to. First a massage with Ramone. Oh those magical hands of his... Then a day filled with amazing food and retail therapy. She was heading back to her apartment with her treasures when a gentle breeze caressed her face and she caught the subtle hint of after shave. She looked up and smiled. She would recognize that chest... Errr face anywhere. He definitely had the look of someone important, someone who would indeed gain a bold position in this world. She thought of stopping for a bit of conversation with the majestic man, but noticed he seemed to be in a rush. So she smiled, returning the nod as she continued on her merry way.

Romance, I was wondering, should a  new tradition be created, one in which duelling is endorsed as a way of showing love for a man, if you're a woman, a woman if you're a man, or both, if you're Teq?

Perhaps, the duelling could take place with the trousers of the duellers taken down to make it a/ more difficult b/ SEXIER c/ draw a bigger crowd?