<div class="floatright">(http://a4.ec-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/88/7c1e43c4d6150eedc41be33f7793b46e/l.jpg)</div><br/>An angry young man wandered in quietly, tall and thick limbed, he dressed like someone more likely to start trouble than find it.  In spite of his fashion, he usually gave off a comforting aura.  In recent weeks, though, that peaceful presence had been eroded by his inner rage.<br/><br/>He glanced around but couldn't quite guess who he might be here to meet, so instead he headed to the bar and ordered, "Just a coke, please.  And some French fries maybe?"  He looked up at the fryers curiously.