<div class="floatleft">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/SanteriAaltonen-1.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Santeri Aaltonen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6423550#msg6423550)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Finnish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> John, Clive.</div><br/>Santeri frowned lightly at the suggestion. The idea of denying John drink when he truly needed it seemed a little like madness, but he didn’t blame Clive, the man hadn’t seen what it did to John. The last time he had intentionally denied him had been before they had joined this particular ship. It had not been pretty, not something he enjoyed thinking about. He hadn’t even been there to witness it, but it was still best to keep his thoughts away from such things.<br/><br/>His mind was blissfully distracted as Clive spoke again, though the tone in his voice put him on guard. His eyes didn’t go all the way to their captain, however, as he saw something that demanded much more of his attention. Emotion was a stranger to John’s face, and even the sight of a happy, joyous smile would have sent off warning bells in Santeri’s mind. This, however, was something far more worrying.<br/><br/>In truth, the sight made him want to leave, let John do whatever his mind was telling him to do. If he survived, somehow, he would end up finding Santeri again, and for the first time in a while, he wasn’t sure he wanted him to. He wasn’t entirely sure what made him step in front of the man, breaking his view of Clive and having that gaze laid upon himself. “Let’s find something stronger.” He reached forward, somewhat tentative, taking hold of the man’s wrist and attempting to pull him out of the bar. He only hoped the promise of alcohol would keep whatever was in John’s mind from turning its intentions onto him, instead.