<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, Santeri, Govan (indirectly)</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/>Hearing his Master speak of his suffering so lightly made John tense.  His mind — as buried in horror as it currently was — immediately assumed Sani meant<em>all</em>his suffering.  That was quite cruel of him, and that was saying something, considering what Sani did to him so frequently.  He swallowed a bit dryly, tapping the counter of the bar impatiently with just his index finger.  He didn’t take his eyes off his Master, waiting for the man to finish his ‘easy’ conversation.  He was taking far too long.<br/><br/>When he was finally temporarily sated with another beer, he turned to face the bar, giving his Master a bit of a cold shoulder.  He had no patience when he was so close to breaking.<em>None</em>.  It was too dangerous and his Master should<em>know</em>that.  And yet he was dilly-fucking-dallying around with Clive.<br/><br/><em>Fuck.</em><br/><br/>He drained his mug and attempted not to slam it back down.  He was shaking, leg bouncing relentlessly as his finger continued its irritating tapping against the wood surface of the counter.<br/><br/><em>Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Hurry, Sani.  Fuck...</em><br/><br/><em>”Perhaps a more effective punishment would be denying him drink?”</em><br/><br/>John stopped moving.  He stopped tapping, stopped bouncing, stopped<em>breathing</em>.<br/><br/><em>Did Clive not <span class="bbc_u">understand</span>?  Was it really <span class="bbc_u">that hard</span> of a concept to comprehend?</em><br/><br/>He turned his suddenly very dark gaze toward Clive, fingers curling against the bar slightly.<br/><br/><em>Where the <span class="bbc_u">fuck</span> did he <span class="bbc_u">get off</span> suggesting Sani take away the <span class="bbc_u">only thing</span> that currently kept him from <span class="bbc_u">murdering everyone</span>?  Did he find it <span class="bbc_u">funny</span>?  Was it really <span class="bbc_u">that amusing</span> to fuck with people?</em><br/><br/>A very small, nearly unnoticeable twitch occurred in the muscles just below his left eye.<br/><br/><em>’Kill them.’<br/><br/>‘All of them.’<br/><br/>‘<span class="bbc_u">Seek revenge.</span>’</em><br/><br/>Twitch.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: left;">               <strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">:————————————————+&gt;</span></strong></div>