<div class="floatleft"><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Deveraux (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6397812#msg6397812)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Walking into the Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, cockney accent.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nobody</div><br class="clear_left"/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Pirate_-_Thomas.jpg)</div><br/>Eventually, the robust bar maid returned with his tankard full of ale, and he allowed himself a lingering moment of appraisal of the frothy nectar.  It's head was perfect, it's scent morbidly unclean, but still it called to him.  So when he first indulged, he felt himself start to unwind, and the worry that somebody would somehow tear apart the ship while he wasn't looking, started to fade to a indistinct buzzing in the back of his mind.  Oh, it was still there, but at the moment, the only thing that mattered to him was that he was imbibing in one of his vices, and for the rest of the night, he'd give it his full attention.<br/><br/>He had just taken his first long swallow, when a figure blurred past, and he narrowed his eyes, tracking it's progress.  He watched a moment, as a boy who couldn't be older than 17 managed to pickpocket a rather mountain-esq looking man playing cards with a shady contingent of criminals and cutthroats.  His left eye twitched, as he watched the boy move onto a new victim, taking a morbid delight in the show.  He drank, and as time went by he couldn't help but let his mind wander.  The boy was rather pretty, his face smooth, and his cheeks a bright and attractive pink.<br/><br/>He adjusted himself under the table, as he found his trousers tightening, imagining the things he'd like to subject the youths deliciously pink lips to.  His eyes lowered to half mast, as the images in his mind turned a bit violent.<em>White skin like that would bruise prettily</em>, he thought to himself.  Eventually he forced his eyes off of the youths lithe form, even as he secured his own money purse into a more secure location.  It had been far too long since he had allowed himself to indulge in the sins of flesh, longer still since he had taken a man.  It would be longer still, unless he gave in and spent his meager earnings on a whore for a rough fuck against the wall of a dirty building; something that he couldn't arse himself to really do, since it would take away from his night of drinking.