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Rohan finished off his coffee, savoring the rich acidic flavor like the coffee snob he was at heart. He contemplated flagging Alfonso down for another round, but the taste was sharp enough he didn’t want to push it. And, more importantly, the drugs were starting to [i]work[/i] on everyone. Over across the bar, he noticed Connie was talking someone through the experience they were having. Something about corpses, though he wasn’t paying too much attention from this distance. He sat the mug down on a coaster, and picked up the candy Barty offered. He trusted Barty knew better than to trick him, and give him a reason to stay out of the Haven.

It tasted nice.

Rohan tried not to pay attention to Cal as he got busy with Finley. Though, that was pretty damn difficult when Root bristled on his shoulder, and the man broke out into his dragon form. He drummed his fingers over the haft of his magic staff, Barty was right about them not lasting long. He would’ve assumed [i]Callaghan[/i] might’ve held out longer. 

[color=298e25]”And there it is,”[/color] He commented, around a piece of green candy.

Rohan glanced down at the shadowy animals, and one perceptive enough might swear his eyes darkened. If he had a nickel for every otherworldly beast he encountered... No, that was the other half of him talking. They seemed strange, but what at this school wasn't? They appeared to just be snooping around like house animals did.

[color=298e25][i]"Maybe[/i] it's stick time,"[/color] He said to Annika. [color=298e25]"He can probably sort that out on his own... Probably. Wouldn't want him to set me on fire"[/color]