John cracked his remaining Knuckles, glaring around the room and trying to decide if the Piano or the Pianist was out of tune. He waved for another drink as he finished what was left of his current one. Sighing, he continued to survey the room, picking at his teeth with his horrible serrated knife. He gained a few odd looks, probably people checking him against one of the many Wanted poster's they may have seen. He smiled, wondering which one they would have seen, robbery, murder, assault or kidnapping? The list went on. He inclined his head to the barmaid as she placed his drink down and watched with some amusement as she scurried off. It was tough to have an infamous face...