<div class="floatleft">(http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/1476/654184a6aa5e57fc67fb1a3.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;"><strong>J</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">OHN</span></span> <strong>F</strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">ALDON</span></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)               </div><div style="text-align: right;"><em>The Blue Iguana</em> {<strong>Location</strong>}                  <br/><em>Clive</em> {<strong>Tagging</strong>}                     </div><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">&lt;+————————————————:</span></strong>               </div><br/><br/>John heaved a heavy, impatient sigh at the man’s initial reaction.  Where he ‘should’ be was currently irrelevant.  A drink was necessary, thus it was more important, for the time being.  He thought to insult the man, but it was never a good plan to insult someone when you intended to borrow from them.  Quite frankly, he couldn’t even find himself using the argument of his night troubles to his advantage; the man was one of<em>them</em>, after all.<br/><br/>“I require a drink,” he spoke flatly, “But I have no coin.  I’m sure a small spot could easily be covered by Sani, whenever he decides to come looking for me.”  He knew the nickname was quite a terrible little insult, coming from a slave to his Master, but it was part of the reason he used it.  He found excessive enjoyment in such small things, especially when the man wasn’t around to defend himself.<br/><br/>He didn’t expect Clive to lend him anything, though he had to hope.  He was a fidgeting mess, and he was about willing to do anything for a proper drink, by that point.  His clothes were too tight or too loose, the collar was itching the skin of neck, his wrists felt heavy with shackles long-since removed.  He just couldn’t stand still.  He was having increasing trouble dealing with the volume of the bar and he worried that he might snap if he didn’t get some liquor in him and get to bed, soon.<br/><br/>Snapping was never good.<br/><br/>The last time he snapped, he ended up halfway across the country within just a few hours, somehow nude and with god knows who’s blood on his hands.  He didn’t want to think about the consequences, especially if such a snap occurred while they were at sea.<br/><br/>No, he needed the liquor in him<em>now</em>before things got that bad.<br/><br/>And, perhaps, some to take for his diminished stash.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: left;">               <strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">:————————————————+&gt;</span></strong></div>