*PAF! Pa-paf, pa-p-paf. PA-PAF-PAF!*
It had been a while since Midas had he chance to glove up and he was taking it. He'd been up since four as he usually would be on any day a the circus circuit getting things ready for he day, so insomnia had prompted him to the gym where he had the first long scrub in a while and set to working the bag.  Lacking any real gloves, he wrapped his hands in a pair of dirty shirts to use impromptu while he pounded away.

He had taken a moment to make sure he was using %100 cotton shirts so he didn't accidentally give himself a case of 'golden gloves' while he pounded away at the heavy bag. He remembered once where that had been the case, a pair of solid nylon skigloves suddenly shifted and grew ten times heavier as he hit a guy hard enough to shatter his jaw. He left the gloves as payment for the medical bill and got the hell out of there.

Once he was worked up to a good and heavy froth, he came back down his workout and hit the showers again. He took the opportunity to wash his clothes in the same stream from the showerhead as the rest of him to get a layer of filth off it all as the water ran dingy gray. He finally emerged from the gym to the main room spelling of lavender oil with sandalwood emanating from his rucksack.

"uuuhhh....Hi... My name is Midas and its been six days since my last abuse."

Five guys plus him versus one girl, poor thing. He looked around at everyone before taking a seat and rummaging through his pack for something before coming out with a small bottle of everclear. He burned through calories so fast that alcohol was one of the few things that had enough per ounce to keep up with him besides avocados, then it was time for nachos and tequila. He drank from his 'waterbottle' and waited for the round robin of names.