(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/Alison3.jpg)<br/><br/>Allison took a deep breath once JJ's mouth stopped blathering on about a blonde (?!) and he toppled over.  She almost laughed because if anyone deserved to be put on mute, it was JJ.  She met the other man's eyes as he dragged JJ behind the bar and followed, hopping over the bodies to grab the first aid kit, handily tucked into a black box with a skull and crossbones on it.  She never did ask why the first aid kit was in either a "pirate" box or a poison box.  And, the answer certainly didn't matter, now.<br/><br/>She held out the box to (Leofwine) the man.  "I'm Al.  I'm not blonde and I'm not a bimbo," she said.  Somehow, that mattered.<em> O.K. </em>she thought, the words connecting in her head,<em> stop talking, now.</em>She turned and washed her hands in the cockroach-filled sink, and then poured a little rum over her hands.  She pulled the pour stopper out and had a sip.<br/><br/>Monsters were fighting, a girl she'd helped, who'd tried to help her, was some sort of blood sucker, the guy who knew Gerry vanised like he was a figment of her living nightmare and now the guy she'd just yelled at was out cold on the floor.  Bring in a guy in a top hat and a lion and this circus would be full-up.  Al had another sip as she squatted beside the fallen man and his rescuer.<br/><br/>"She's not bad," Allison said.  "I don't think...I mean, he kind of deserved it..." She shrugged and bit her lip as rum made things seem so much more calm.  She reached out and grabbed JJ's wrist, feeling his pulse, slow but not weak.  "Coffee?" she asked Leof.  (meaning for JJ, but feel free to misinterpret)