<div align="center"><strong>-= Griffin Kingston, Captain - on his way to the pub - brooding over ruffled feathers =-</strong></div><br/>"All cleaned up and ready to go, Captain," he called out as he approached Griff.  "Figured if we're headed to town, best not to look like a grease monkey."  He glanced to the cargo door, noticing there was a bit of blood on it, then he turned back to the captain and tilted his head curiously.  "Did...I miss something while I was out?  Pretty sure there wasn't blood on the floor when I left..."<br/><br/>Griff's jaw was still squarely set, his teeth grinding a bit through a closed mouth, as Anwar called to him.  "Well, I'm glad you were able to get your hair styled just so," he grunted, without bothering to hide the vinegar that was bubbling up within.  "Never mind the blood, just a bit of a scuffle, it's taken care of."  There was a purposeful briskness to his words, part of it to see if this new kid would scare easily, and part of it because he just didn't give a damn at the moment.  But his sedentary brooding was cut through ...<br/><br/><br/>"Griff? Are you still here?"<br/><br/>It was then that the last voice in the 'verse he wanted to hear calling after him.  Griff had had enough of the good almost-doctor to last him the rest of the evening so before anyone could even breathe his feet started moving him out of his beloved boat.  "No!" was huffed under his breath as he stomped down the ramp, boots threatening to break through sturdy metal with each step.  He didn't bother to see if Anwar was in tow, didn't much matter.  A drink ... one good stiff drink, or maybe more ... just something to shut up all the white noise going on in his head.<br/><br/>His impressive form cut through the docking area, but it was all fuzzy, nothing interesting enough to take the handsome captain out of his own mind.  Strong, deep tawny hands clenched and unclenched involuntarily, and it was clear to all those in his wake that this was a man ready for a'scrappin' should the opportunity turn up.  That was one of only three things that Griff felt like doing when in this sort of disposition.  The second he was already making his way towards, and the third ... well the third many times presented itself after a few rounds of the second when all the ladies looked a might prettier.<br/><br/>"I hope you're keepin' up, Anwar!" Griff boomed over his shoulder, only after several minutes of ground pounding giving thought to his tag-along, but he wasn't of the mind to coddle.  There was a certain discomfort in allowing a newcomer to see any dysfunction within the group, but then again pretty boy better get used to it if he hoped to become a permanent resident.  Still, it was irritating to have to break someone new in, and it chafed every time.