<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.</div><br/>Santeri cursed silently as he found himself incapable of dragging John away. The point of no return, it seemed, had already been reached. He doubted this would end without some form of violence. He just hoped it wouldn’t end in someone dead. He managed to keep his grip at the first jerk, prepared for it, but he would have to think of something before soon. He’d found John laying in the streets before, covered in blood, but none of it his own. It wasn’t a particularly reassuring thought for how the rest of the evening would turn out if he didn’t do something. A few moments after the first movement, however, John moved again, this time intending to strike. His hand slipped away from the man’s arm, and said arm went flying straight into its intended target.<br/><br/>“Perkele.”<br/><br/>Santeri wasn’t sure whether or not a brawl in the bar would amuse the captain or piss him off, but he sure wasn’t happy with the idea of John being the one to cause it. Such things were common, of course, but really, Santeri would have preferred to just been able to relax in the wake of such successful sales. He acted quickly, taking the only course he could think of that might potentially diffuse the situation. He scooped up John’s mug, taking firm hold of it and sending his arm flying towards the back of John’s head. Hopefully he would be able to knock the man out, which would potentially negate the possibility of the whole place going up in arms. Unfortunately, his experience reminded him that it didn’t take much to have men like these at each other’s throats.