<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/>John stared quite blandly at Clive.  His brain simply wasn’t up for the task of providing a clever reply, right then.  He considered his last remarks carefully, however, and his fingers tapped against his mug with a bit of direction, drawing attention to the empty container as he contemplated his next words.<br/><br/>“…Another would help,” he spoke flatly, wondering if the man would buy in and offer a refill.  He had no more control over his haunts than a man had control over when he had to piss; it all merely depended on how much he had to drink, that day.  “Speaking to Sani about proper binding may help, as well, though I can’t guarantee that…”  He lifted the mug, slightly, as if he wished to sip from it, though it only made it as far as his chest before he remembered it’s lacking contents.<br/><br/>About that moment, he heard a noise beyond the wall, his mind picking up the sounds of a potential brawl just outside and honing in like a predator; such things perked him unwillingly, the sights and sounds reminding him of his chosen occupation in an off sort of way.  He found himself staring at the door, right leg bouncing slightly with anxiety.  He recognized one of the men, though he felt no concern for him; his only worry was that the man would add to his hauntings and he’d have to deal with his unpleasant mannerisms on a much more regular basis.  It wasn’t long before the man was thrown into the tavern and he lost interest; there would be no death — so far as he could tell — so he had no reason to pay attention.<br/><br/>Besides, he was quickly distracted by his Master’s entrance, then completely so as he was pulled back by his hair; he had to slide a foot back to keep his balance as his back was bent in such a way, but otherwise didn’t seem to mind the action in the slightest.  He was still having trouble understanding his Master’s Finnish, though the tone spoke his word’s meaning well enough to make sense of.  Not that he seemed to much care, anyway.  He stared at the man for a moment, even when he as released, then carefully straightened himself and flattened the hair back against his skull.<br/><br/>With his Master present, he no longer had a use for Clive, thus the man currently drifted from his limited focus.  “Sani,” he addressed the smaller man, once more tapping his empty mug almost idly; even his tone was flat, as if the importance of the situation was much lighter than truth, “I’m out of liquor…”<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: left;">               <strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">:————————————————+&gt;</span></strong></div>