In between training at the Local Gym with Damon and Sloan, and basically becoming the new poster-boy "Heel" for the Carnivale's new Wrestling Attraction, there wasnt very much time the Young Wereleopard had to spare, these days. Still, neither gig really payed much, if anything at all

Sure, insulting the crowd, and kicking in that poor sob of a Champion's head in (fakely done, of course) had been quite of a nice stress relief, but, to be honest, it didnt pay very much. Well, wrestling never really did pay a whole lot unless you were contracted to the two big promotions.....At any rate, the young wereleopard finally got home, got a quick shower, then began slipping into bed with an already sleeping Patsy, when his phone vibrated on her dressing table (Yes, the wereleopard had decided to start, well, sharing a room with his beloved mistress) "Fucking goddammit, who the fuck is calling me at this hour..." So much for playtime with Patsy, as he took the phone and checked the voicemail. Well, it was Silent, and apparently there was an opening at the Hookah once more. Valcrist always liked that job anyways, so he called the number back, and basically explained to Silent's voicemail that he will be in when he can. Shutting the phone down for the night, he resumed the activity of crawling back into bed, nestling himself in against Patsy, placing a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, then went to sleep