Oh no, when O'walu sat next to him, Sera got up to his feet and moved over.  There was no way, absolutely no way, that he was going to sit next to the creepy and, to put it quite frankly, dangerous O'walu.  Perhaps it was the fact that Sera perceived him to be a borderline primitive, or perhaps the young man didn't trust a man that hung out with animals all the time.  But Sera found O'walu scary, and, worse of all, an inhibitor to crime.<br/><br/>And crime was all that Sera was about.  No, Sera wasn't the sort to rob a man blind, unless the man deserved it.  Sera wasn't a kleptomaniac, either.  No, Sera enjoyed the thrill.  He enjoyed taking and then giving, if he could hold unto whatever long enough to do so.  So now, his eyes began to scope over the bar counter, assessing the bar tender.  Where was the till?  Where was the gold?  Where was the vintage brew?  An old war veteran he knew would love it if Sera got his hands on that kind of bottle.