<div class="floatright">(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/thetragicfragments/pirate.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Govad<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Entering the Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Clive, noticing John's brawl</span></div><br/>“Whore,” Govad snarled at his dark haired lover, though his aggression cooled slightly at the gift of drink. He took it and drank, downing a good half before looking at Clive again. “I’ve been at the cockfights. Rigged!” He gestured at the semi-dried blood down one side of him. His permanent scowl deepened and he looked ready to do murder... again. “Caught ‘em out though. Won’t be cheating my coin from me again.” Govad didn’t enjoy cheating – he was no good at it himself, and he suffered from others cheating him constantly. He was certain Cross was cheating him, in some manner, but that one was smart enough to not get caught doing it.<br/><br/>“You been lifting your skirts all night?” he bit at his companion, his hand snaking out to catch Clive’s throat and pull him close. “Shouldn’t let you wander, least you catch plague from one of the cocks you suck...” He crushed his mouth to Clive’s, in a clumsy, possessive kiss, forcing the young sailor to take his tongue before he pulled back and pushed his away. “I can taste the-“<br/><br/>The accusation was stalled as a brawl started need the bar. Govad tensed and looked towards the commotion, and saw two of his men – no, one of his men and the slave creature he kept for his amusement. Govad growled his displeasure at the disruption. Should he drag his whore to the alleyway and finish their discussion or wade in and break a few faces? “Why, by god, doesn’t he kill that rabid mongrel?” he snared through his teeth.<br/>