<strong>Yoatz ~ watching Maddy and NOT watching the syringe</strong><br/><br/>The door swing open. He looked elsewhere in the way that a young girl looks everywhere else in a room full of old men in thongs.  This was a clinic. The bitch he was to train was laying down wrung out. When a door opens a smart guy who hates needles assumes. This time it was a good call.<br/><br/>Yoatz just kept looking intensely at Maddy's face as he answered.<br/><br/>"You interrupted, but she talking. That's a good sign right?" He asked and got out of the way by walking over to the sink and filling up one of those dixie cups full of water.<br/><br/>He even made a business of taking a drink, A nice long one. Long enough that the syringe was gone by the time he took a few steps to stand at Maddy's feet.<br/><br/>"Tomorrow, she'll be here until tomorrow," He looked around.<br/><br/>"So where's my bed? Don't you got a bed round here for me to sleep in," He said.<br/><br/><br/><br/>