What's one more gonna do?

[alfonztytusjedynak]

August 15, 2008
8:39pm

After two, he had stopped counting. Two bottles down, a third on the way, the former quidditch player’s world was upside down and twirling in every which direction. He didn’t care, though. This was his time and that’s what he cared about! Or was it…? He rested his elbow on the bar, a place where he usually never sat to begin with, and swirled the amber liquid that was in the glass. By this time, the burn from the fire whiskey was no longer tasted. What a shame….in his fine opinion of it or something like that…

Alfonz had probably never drank so much at one time. Each bottle containing more than an adequate amount to get any man intoxicated, and he held two within his system, and he had began a third. He didn’t care…what was there to care about? When he’d return home, he’d crash for the night. Celina was at his apartment, but by the time he returned, she would be sleeping in her bed. He was totally free from worries or cares. Yup…free man….”I’m a free man!” He toasted to his reflection in the mirror that was behind the bar and laughed stupidly.

But unfortunately as he looked at himself in the mirror, the scruff upon his face only showed him how wrong he really was. Imprisoned within himself and the glass he held. “Ah, what would you know,” he hissed, gurgled and glared at the reflection, arguing out loud with himself. “You dunnoanything,” he said slurring his words as he spoke, then resting his head back on his hand and taking another swig from the glass.

The bartender didn’t stop him, couldn’t believe the spectacle he was watching. Alfonz Jedynak, a regular customer, a former professional Quidditch player…suspected Deva? At his bar, wasted. What?! It was almost surreal for the bartender and he couldn’t do anything but watch and handover the drinks. Jedynak was good for the cash…he just hoped he’d be able to get himself back to where ever he was in need to eventually go.

“I mean,” Alfonz said out loud again as he shook his head slightly and blinked his eyes a couple of times as he tried his hardest to focus. “just lookat’cha…fall’nfor’em traps…” he spoke to himself looking at the bottle that was mostly full and sighing. What he was talking about, thinking…one couldn’t know. What he’d say or do….just as unpredictable.

(Raynor/Open)

[Tamis Raynor]

A calculating gray eye cast a distrustful look of scrutiny on the sandwich she had ordered. With a grunt of rejection, a delicate, long fingered hand pushed the plat to the other side of the table. It had been a worthless waste of two sickles. The murky, smoky air of the Leaky Cauldron would have been the last place one expected to find such a character as Tamis Raynor. And that was probably why she was here, seated in one of the sparse booths near the front of the pub, elbows resting on the table with her chin propped up on interlocking fingers.

Fifteen days out of Azkaban and her health seemed to be improving. The shadows under her eyes had faded and it looked as if she had consumed a handful of much needed square meals. But her eyes still had a haunted shine, but that too would eventually fade. Since welcoming the new groundskeeper to staff on the first, the Headmistress had not stepped foot back at Hogwarts and would not until a week prior to the start of term. A vacation was what she needed and that was what she was getting -- only one problem. Tamis Raynor did not know how to take a needed holiday.

A day of aimless wanderings of Diagon Alley had lead her to the pub for a brief dinner before heading back to her neglected flat in muggle London. A dinner she was not eating. She should have just stopped somewhere in the muggle world. Dressed in a muggle jeans and a long tunic (the former made her feel very uncomfortable), she would be able to play the part well enough – until she tried to pay in wizarding currency, which is why she chose here. It was a dingy little pub a mere scale above The Hogs Head, in her opinion, more often than not filled with shady characters that hit every nerve with her inner auror.

… And there was some drunk, obnoxious young idiot at the bar that was exemplifying exactly why she avoided places like this. She had barely given the bar a glance when she entered, but the man had been there, she had no doubt, then before she arrived half an hour ago. I’m a free man! Oh, for Merlin’s sake. Someone needed to tell him to go home… she needed to go home.

Lifting her eyes, she caught the man toasting himself in the mirror behind the bar before lowering them – and snapped them right back up again, actually looking at the reflection. Wait a minute. She knew that idiot.

Keeping her eyes down, she gritted her teeth, convincing herself that now it very much was time to go home. But the growing collection of empty bottles and the muttering she was now listening for at the front of the pub continued to poke at her conscience. She counted to ten. She made a mental shopping list … no good. With a groan at her own stupidity, she abandoned the booth and headed for the bar.

Not looking at Alfonz or stupid enough to touch the glass he held, Raynor snatched up the bottle next to him and waved it at the bartender. “Don’t you think it is about time to cut him off?” She scolded in a tone that would have made any of her students jump. “He could hurt himself carrying on like this.”

[alfonztytusjedynak]

Alfonz blinked again, his vision becoming more picture like as he sat there. It would stop and go, just briefly, as if every time he blinked his eyes took a photo of whatever he was looking at. It had never been like that before, and yet, Alfonz was none the wiser about it. Therefore, when his bottle disappeared, his reaction was delayed. It was there, and in a blink, it wasn’t. Where in bloody hell had it gone?

For multiple moments he thought about it, only barely registering that the woman next to him had taken his liquid escape. The bartender turned his head and raised an eyebrow. Who was this broad? The man’s mother? It was only a few more minutes realized when he recognized the woman’s face. Paper articles with pictures of her face and what the broad had done months before fluttered through the bartender’s mind. It only made him smirk.

“Well, lookie here…” he said real smug like, more annoyed that the woman was taking his profit away. Jedynak was rich, wasn’t he? Might as well spend his coins the way he pleased, and the bartender would say nothing against it. “…looks like we’ve got ourselves two celebrities at the pub,” the man snickered and shook his head. “He’s paying for it, he can have as much as he wants. Do I look like a babysitter to you, ma’am?”

By this time, Alfonz had finally figured out what was going on. Placing his glass on the table that he had still held, Alfonz could feel his anger starting to rise. It was slow…or was it that his realization of it was slow? Either way, he was less happy right then, than he had been yelling at himself in the mirror. “Giv’it!” He growled as he reached up for the bottle. “It’snot gone yet.”

The twenty one year old looked over to see who this other celebrity could be. His head was clogged with the intoxicating poisons and as he looked over, he was delayed again with his reaction. He had to be sleeping, for he couldn’t believe his eyes. Tamis Raynor was standing in his pub, taking his drink, and trying to make his bartender take it away? Again, his temper rose just slightly and was building with every realization that he was slowly making.

“Doyou always ruining everyth’n? Or is it your bloody impeccable timing?” Alfonz asked her, his growl more a gurgle than anything too threatening. But even in his state of mind, he could pick out that flaw. Coming too late for the students at Hogwarts…Corrion in her office…which Alfonz knew she probably planned, or at least in his mind thought it was probably a great idea of hers….and now this? What was she…?

“Damn women and your….stuff…” Alfonz didn’t even know. He couldn’t quite think that deeply at the moment. Again, he reached for the bottle.

[Tamis Raynor]

She should have walked away. She should have given the untrustworthy sandwich to someone that looked like they could use it and return to her residence. Raynor owed nothing to the man probably mere sips away from unconsciousness. Her assistance was probably just as unwanted. But despite whatever betrayal her heart was throbbing with, she frustratingly could not turn her back on the younger man. Not even when he completely and utterly deserved to be where he was right now and when he had put himself there. She did not take her gaze off of the man behind the counter, but she did keep her peripheral vision keyed on Jedynak.

“Well, lookie here. Looks like we’ve got ourselves two celebrities at the pub.”

At that moment, Tamis wished desperately that she was not a fairly rational woman. She would have liked very much to wipe the smirk off of the bartender’s face as recognition lit his eyes. Her chin rose and her jaw tightened as she bit back a scathing response. It was not 1998, she could not arrogantly reply to him without fear of repercussions. She was not an auror anymore with a badge to back her up, but on the complete opposite of the fence with everything to fear from making a scene.

“Do I look like a babysitter to you, ma’am?”

But that did not mean that Tamis Raynor would suddenly no longer be Tamis Raynor.

“No, Merlin forbids.” She responded coolly, calmly shifting the bottle to the left as Alfonz reached for it, words slurring horribly. It took a great deal of self control not to be disgusted. “But you do look like a rather sensible fellow who would not want to explain a case of Alcohol Poisoning to the authorities because you continued to serve an intoxicated alcoholic.”

Was she upset with Alfonz for getting in this state? Yes. But somehow she was more upset with the bartender for “letting” him get in this condition. Almost in the way a mother would go off on the adult supervision for a baby pulling out a hippogriff’s feather, when it was the baby that had been foolish enough to do it. Not that Tamis would ever make that comparison, but it is an amusing concept to anyone that might find the parallel.

“Doyou always ruining everyth’n? Or is it your bloody impeccable timing?”

If it was suppose to be intimidating, it failed miserably. He said some more, but it made so little sense that Tamis disregarded it. Scowling at him, she was forced to switch the bottle from her right to left hand to avoid Alfonz for getting it this time. It was like trying to keep a chew toy from a teething puppy. She was just surprised he was actually able to pronounce “impeccable”.

“Perhaps I’m no fun, Mr. Jedynak. But perhaps I don’t want you passing out in the middle of a public pub?”

[alfonztytusjedynak]

The bartender just rolled his eyes and went back to cleaning out a glass he had picked up with a towel that was in his other hands. There were other customers to be dealt with, and he wasn’t about to argue with what should have been, a jailbait couple. But he had to laugh to himself, seeing the woman become all defensive and argumentative was hilarious, for she had to know that he wasn’t afraid of her. He’d seen a lot worse in his time running his shifts.

“He’s been far worse,” the man called out. “Jedynak! That’s only your third bottle, isn’t it?” Alfonz couldn’t respond, he was focused on the bottle that Raynor held in her hand. How could he get it back? If he stood up, he didn’t want to fall on her. That would definitely make it in the papers…so…what then?

“Listn’e to’em,” Alfonz nodded, a smile playing on his lips of a boy in candy store. “Much much much much much much worse….” He laughed at himself and his repetatory fashion. That word sounded humorous for some reason repeated after itself. Why? Alfonz didn’t know.

However, a huge sigh escaped the twenty one year old as Raynor began to run her mouth and scold the bartender, and glare at him….wait…was she glaring? Alfonz squinted his eyes up to try and find the grey ones he had grown so fond of, not willingly wanting to admit that he was fond of her at that moment, but he couldn’t find them. Maybe she wasn’t glaring then?

And then Raynor spoke to him directly after he had made his comment. She must have been done with the bartender. That only seemed to take forever…or was it that it only felt as if it took forever. Alfonz opened his eyes as wide as he possibly could, outstretching his face as he did so and cocking it slightly. What was she saying? She wasn’t fun? And when did she use his last name?

“Oh, you’re lots of fun,” Alfonz snickered knowing that he knew what he meant and the whole rest of the tavern had no idea. “So then, Ms. Raynor…where would’ya like me passing out?” Again he laughed, taking the last of the fire whiskey from his glass and holding out his hand. “Common now, “ he paused holding out his hand still. “Gimmie.”

[Tamis Raynor]

“He’s been far worse.”

“That is what I am afraid of,” she said wryly, casting an eye on the obscenely drunk Alfonz Jedynak.

Three bottles? Dear Merlin. The one time she got a hold of one bottle of Corrion’s Firewhiskey, she had felt like she might never be sober again. Three? She could not imagine. And if favored the same type of liquor, she did not even want to think what that was doing this his insides. And ‘only’ his third? How much did this bartender usually let him have? For a brief moment, Raynor was struck by a mischievous muse to simply give the bottle back and find out how much the man actually could hold. But the inner part of her that had set out to be a healer chided it and successfully squashed it.

There was nothing more to gain from the bartender. So with pursed lips, she shifted from the bar to face Hogwarts’ Co-Referee. He seemed as if locked in a trance on the bottle she held. If she moved it around, would his eyes follow? Probably. Was she cruel enough to find out? Almost, but not quite. The man was already making enough of a fool out of himself as it was. It was like dealing with a four year old. It would be a lie to say a part of Tam was not thoroughly amused at the change of character. But too much of the vast majority was disgusted for the emotion to prevail.

His next batch of rambles sent an eyebrow arching toward her hairline at its pure forwardness – in public. Her eyes traveled to the tables, and while they had indeed drawn an audience, no one else seemed to have caught onto his meaning. The last thing either one of them needed was another Prophet article.

“If you were not so drunk, I might actually take that as a compliment.” She replied, keeping her voice low and shaking her head as she considered him. The exaggeration on her marrigal status set her jaw for the second time, but he did propose an interesting concept, however. Where was he going to passout. Oh, he most certainly was going to, it was only a matter of time – but where was the important question. Certainly not here and she had no idea where the man lived. He reached out for the bottle, and given his height and therefore proportionally long arms, she had to take a long step back.

Ignoring his demands, she took advantage of the distance to actually read the label on the bottle. Firewhiskey. It figured. She shook it at him, the contents sloshing. “This will kill you, you know?”

[alfonztytusjedynak]

Alfonz turned away from the woman, too drunk to really be anything but frustrated. He grunted angrily, muttering to himself about how unfair Raynor was being as if she were his mother or something, and rested his head within his hands. It wasn’t as if he needed her to watch his back outside of Hogwarts. Inside of Hogwarts seemed more dangerous to him. And why was she out of Hogwarts? Didn’t she practically live there? Alfonz thought more random thoughts that only would make sense to him at this time, slowly feeling the headache from withdrawal coming on. Or maybe, it was because he had really drank too much.

“I thinksI’m sobering’ up, Tamis…” Alfonz said to her as she continued to look around and speak with the bartender. She didn’t like him, too….did she? His eyes narrowed into a funny sort of glare where one eye was open wide and the other wasn’t. He wasn’t even good looking! Why did she keep talking to…

If you were not so drunk, I might actually take that as a compliment.

Was that to him? Alfonz looked up at Raynor, only barely noticing that it actually was a comment that was supposed to be directed at him. He smiled and laughed loudly, pointing a finger at her and shaking his head. “You’d shouldn’t take that for granted…” He said, still laughing, but now turning away and sighing happily. “I don’t even give those out usually…” he nodded his head over dramatically and then yawned, covering his mouth and wishing their was some piano music playing.

“Where’s my wand?” he muttered as he started looking through his robes. He’d make music…he just had to find the magic to do it first. “I know it’s in one of these…”

“Now, Jedynak…what happened the last time you tried…” the bartender tried to say before Alfonz pulled out his wand. Another large smile on the twenty one year old’s face.

This will kill you, you know?

Alfonz was distracted by the amber liquid Raynor shook around and for the briefest of moments he forgot about his wand and he didn’t try to make music. “Atleast I’m choosing the way Iwant to die…” A sudden look of seriousness came across Alfonz’s face as he focused on Celina, Shaw, Shay, and Tamis at one time. It was a flood of anger and anguish that Alfonz just couldn’t deal with. His eyes dropped from Raynor and back to his wand. “Time for music!” he exclaimed and pointed the wand…in a general direction.

[Tamis Raynor]

There were many facets to this man’s personality. Each one that revealed itself was not particularly startling, but it was flattering in its versatile nature. He could be incredibly serious and sophisticated one moment and then every bit his twenty one years the next. He could breathe the promise of death and then grace her with a brilliant and quite charming smile. He could retract from her and throw up a wall as carefully crafted as her own or hold her close in a tender embrace like a long lost lover. Some might have added cold to that list of traits, but Tamis did not believe so. Jedynak was many things, and while he might believe he was himself, he was never cold and heartless – he tried to hard to be such for that to be true. And now she was watching a ridiculously childishly wasted Jedynak and it was disturbing, horrifying, and entirely endearing.

“I don’t even give those out usually…”

“I’m flattered,” she replied dryly, but the corners of her lips were haplessly curling into an amused smirk.

Being publically pointed at and laughed at was not something was used to. It was not something many dared to do. But the way he was grinning ear to ear as he was… it was hard to be angry with him. With him distracted, she placed the bottle back on the counter – behind her for good measure. At least he was a “funny drunk” as the saying went. He could have adopted a much worse persona. Or, at least so she had thought.

The smile on his face widened and hers fell. Gray eyes wearily watched the wand he extracted from his robes, holding it with the glee of a four year old. She was glad the bartender had not finished that statement, for her own sanity.

Without much conscious thought, her hand had shifted to hers. Trust was a scarce concept she granted to a select few. Alfonz she found herself desiring to trust, but some little thing always kept getting in the way… and that was when he was sober. Jedynak was not a lightweight with a wand either, and while Raynor’s skills had failed to dull, she was not a spring chicken, and did not have youth as an advantage. Merlin only knew what he would do while insensible. The only thing worse that a correctly executed spell was an incorrectly executed spell.

For a brief moment, he returned to lucidity, and what he had to say made her very fearful of what he was about to do with that wand. And then…

“Time for music!”

Music? Tamis had dealt with her fair share of lunatics, so she was quite unsure if he meant metaphorically or literally. At this point, she really did not know what would be worse. What she did know was that she had an armed and intoxicated Alfonz Jedynak and nothing that resulted from that would end happily ever after.

Drawing her wand with a grace that hinted at her previous profession, she silently cast a disarming spell, lifting a hand to catch his if she was successful. She was not quite sure of the results, but she did know that keeping him out in the public like this any longer was going to be disasterous.

[alfonztytusjedynak]

Piano music would have been so great at that moment and as Alfonz lifted the wand he was about to say the spell when he noticed that his shoelace was hanging loosely on the stool from where he sat. How did that come untied? Bending over to tie his shoe, (just as Raynor produced the disarming charm) Alfonz lazily went to tie his shoe, hoping that he wouldn’t fall face first off the chair. He wobbled as he tied it, his wand now placed on the floor for safe keeping and from behind, a glass shattered.

“Hey! Jedynak what did you do?” The bartender yelled, running over to a bottle that had been hit with a spell that no one even knew was thrown. Alfonz slowly emerged from tying his shoe and tilted his head very confused like. “I didn’t even ask for music yet,” he said looking back in his pockets for his wand that he had foolishly left on the floor.

“Now where didIput that ting…” he said, his words muffled in his robes as he looked around. Not being able to find it, he glared up at Raynor, again one eye opened wider than the other. Looking her up and down he whispered harshly…”Now disarming me! Why don’t you just take everything away from me.” He crossed his arms and turned back to the bar.

“Well….I’m done obviously,” Alfonz said loudly standing up, again wobbly, and hoping that the counter would support him. Reaching into his pocket, he brought out a small bag of money and laid it on the counter, not even bothering to count it. “As always…keep the change…” He nodded his head and then turned, facing Raynor. “Go away,” he tried to shoo her with his hands flapping. “I have’ta getback before Ceilna…” the rest of the words were mumbles, probably more spoken to himself than to anyone else. He turned to leave the bar…

…wandless….and clueless….

[Tamis Raynor]

It would have been a direct and rather successful hit. Would have been. Could have been. Should have been. But wasn’t. No sooner had the spell left her wand … that he bent over to attend a shoelace. Eyes widening, her free hand in the air jumped foreword, mouth puckered to form the “o” of no, as if both motions could stop the spell. Predictably, the spell was not thwarted. Instead, it flew right over Jedynak’s back and crashed into a bottle behind him, shattering it on impact. Raynor winced. That… had not gone as expected.

Not without guilt, she replaced her wand from whence it came as the bartender rushed to the remains of the innocent bystander – not before Alfonz saw and put two and two together. He swayed and she tensed, automatically stepping forward to help him… and retreated wearily from the hands that flapped comically as he shooed her away. Jaw setting stubbornly, she allowed him to walk past her. It would be his own fault if he fell flat on his face then. Her help was not wanted and she was – wait a minute, how had he known what spell she threw? The Disarming spell had missed…

It was then that she spotted the cylinder of wood poking out between the stools. Cursing fluently, she turned away from it, and them almost involuntarily turned back and picked it up. He must have dropped it.

Pocketing the second wand, she lifted a hand in the bartender’s direction as she passed without actually looking at him, and certainly not apologizing. At the worse, it was karma, at the best… Alfonz had set enough gold on that table to pay for six of them. Pushing the bar’s doors open, she caught up with him on the muggle street. A lamp pulsed and flickered with the strange light they used and she skirted around it.

Alfonz did not seem to be fairing much better on his feet. Before she could contemplate if it would give her a black eye or not, she slipped under one of his arms. There was not much her five foot form could do to save his six should he outright fall, but nor was she just going to stand there and allow it to happen either. She would never be able to get him back up.

“Don’t be foolish,” she chided softly. “You can barely stand. You’re not going to get far in this condition.” If he was more sensible at the moment, she would have suggested apparating. But as he currently was… he very well might splench himself. Which was currently Tamis’ problem; she doubted he was going to be getting anywhere without assistance tonight. She couldn’t let Celina see her brother like this… She also did not want to be the one Celina sees helping back to wherever it was he lived. What were they going to do?

The answer was now all too apparent, she just did not know if she would survive it. “I know a place where you can stay.” And then added quickly, for fear of facing the overprotective brother, “even if it is only for a few hours. Sober up a little before going home.”

[alfonztytusjedynak]

Alfonz looked at the woman who had come to his side and raised an eyebrow at her with more difficulty than he thought was possible. He shook his head, for he didn’t understand what she was doing, let alone what she was saying. Foolish? Him? Never. Get far in what condition? Hadn’t he proven to everyone just how far he could really get? He was still alive wasn’t he?

Alfonz buried himself within his thoughts as Raynor found herself between his body and his arm. Alfonz stood, but only because he was thinking of other things. What was he going to do? He had to get out of the predicament he had gotten himself into. Shaw would never allow him to leave the Deva, he knew too much… he’d already threatened Celina’s life…well, in Alfonz’s opinion he did. He had actually threatened his life, and asked what would happen to Celina then… or something. Alfonz really couldn’t remember at that time.

And then… a small flicker of thought popped into the twenty one year old’s head. “Ya ever think about how unstable somepeople really are?” Alfonz asked, and smirked to himself. It was a great plan! One of his best ever! And unlike the many others… this one wouldn’t fail. Now he just hoped he could remember it when he woke up in the morning.

“Hey…” Alfonz said pointing. “I live that way!” he heard her words and then furrowed his brows. “What?! You insane?!” It was true he had left Celina there many times by herself, and even more without coming back home right on time, but this time he could make it if Raynor just walked in this… he tried to pull her to walk a different way, swaying just a bit as she did so.

“I live inweldselsrign,” not that he could actually say it, mind you.

[Tamis Raynor]

Under the flickering and humming pulse of the street lamp, Tam was all too aware of their muggle surroundings. How could she not be? Charring Cross Road was not unproductive and, in her years of experience, seemed to be a popular spot for Muggle nightlife. Crowded with – automobiles – dead and unmoving along the edges of the sidewalk, a good handful of people were scouring the street and its sidewalks lit with old fashion (by muggle standards) lamp posts and glowing pub lights. Therefore, a drunken young man being supported by an older woman was not horribly uncommon. However, most of those young men were decked on in full wizarding attire, and most people did not appear seemingly out of the thin air as they must have done to the muggle eye.

A couple passing by on the opposite side of street cast a glance at the pair and quickly away again as they saw Raynor looking in their direction. This was not good. Not good at all. She glanced once at Leaky Cauldron and resisted a groan. This was the first time in a long time that she had actually stopped in the pub instead of passing through to Diagon as she usually did. Lesson learnt. She would not repeat this experience again. And… if they stayed out on this street too much longer, Alfonz might get them into a sticky situation with the Stature of Security. This time she did groan. And much worse exposure than the muggle kind if the press got wind of it.

“Ya ever think about how unstable somepeople really are?”

Her eyes lifted up and to the right to survey the man she was concerned with keeping on his feet. Was that a serious question? The grand end of the brooding silence he had adapted while Tamis tried to figure out just what to do with him was ended… and she was forced to dismiss the question to intoxication.

“I’ve pondered it a time or two,” she replied dryly, looking up at one of those ponderings.

Before she could get another word in however, she lurched to the side as Alfonz swung them in the opposite direction that they had been standing. The unexpected movement almost caused her to loose her footing and she clung instinctively to the swaying Quidditch player – first to regain her feet and then to make sure he stayed on his. She lifted her free hand nervously to a muggle that pushed past them on the street. He quickened his pace.

“I must be,” she murmured to herself in response to Alfonz’s interrogation of her sanity. And then, a bit louder, “Welds-what?.” She shook her head. “I’ve never heard of it. Celina is almost of legal age, Alfonz. She’ll be fine for a night. This place is right down the street.” It had been one of the reasons she had picked it, despite its insane rent. “You have a much better chance of reaching it. I am not carrying you home.” Not like she could, anyways.

[alfonztytusjedynak]

For once in his life, Alfonz probably had no notice of the people walking on the streets staring and whispering as Raynor had. He was completely drowning in his thoughts about how he could manage this and that, and with Raynor directing him away from his apartment, he finally gave in to this thoughts and followed her.

“Fine… but Celina won’t be fine…” Alfonz said barely audible. It was more that Celina would be scared to death when she woke up to find him missing, for he had a bad habit of coming home late, but never not coming home. However, that thought lead into the next and his mind began to drunkenly scheme.

“Wouldn’t be hard to convince worthless people….ya know?” he said, thinking back to the Deva and to January. How many of them were willowing away in some sess pool of scum, while Robert Shaw lived his life probably in the best of all places, barely hiding or doing whatever job he was supposed to do. He wandered around the country, in whatever fashion he choose, unworried really about even getting caught. But there were the others whom were already caught, or were being hunted to no end….

Alfonz shook his head as he looked back to Raynor. His ideas danced wildly in his eyes and a smirked crossed his features that was darker than he’d ever shown the woman before. “She won’t be alright….but she will be…” he said, letting her lead the way to wherever she was taking him.

Yes, Celina would be alright…he would be alright…for the dealings with a Devil never proved faulty when the devil made more out of it than he…Alfonz was sure of it.