What's the Commotion? [open]
When Sweeney fell asleep outside his apartment door, he had been a dog. Outside it because he lacked the dexterity and thumbs, not to mention overall height, required to turn a door knob and let himself in. When he woke up, curled up on the floor of the hallway, he was a man again.
Oh when he got his hands on that Djinn, she was in for it. She was really in for it.
He was Mad Sweeney. Suibhne Geilt. Not some pansy man that deserved such treatment. After all, every single time he'd done or said anything rude to her was because she had accosted him in some way. She. She accosted him. Not the other way around.
So when he uncurled his lanky form from the ground in the hallway and stood up, he was more than surprised to find that he was still intact. That she hadn't made off with some of his body parts or something. Or had she? Did she make him a eunuch with her djinn magic? Sweeney pulled open the front of his pants just to check that everything was in it's rightful place. When he found that she had not, in fact, made him a eunuch, Sweeney entered his apartment.
He wanted something to eat, he want to take a lengthy piss, he wanted to change his clothes and above all he wanted to get the scent of dog off of himself. Not necessarily in that order.
When all was in order, he headed back out to the streets, cigarette in mouth and lighter in hand. Now, he decided, it was time to get a drink and sort out exactly what he was going to do when he saw Jeannie again. Because it was inevitable. He would see her again.
There were people running to and fro, some where screaming, some were fighting off a slow moving mass of what... knowing this City, were probably zombies. Sweeney laughed to himself, amused and not at all thinking that there were really zombies. At least he wasn't a dog anymore.
"Hey!" He shouted as someone ran past him. "What's the commotion?"