John gave a sigh, leaning on a street corner near the club, smoking in the half shadows. Some how a bottle of vodka had slipped into his possession and he was now drinking it quite relaxedly as he watched his Vortex Manipulator. He was a touch sore, and very annoyed, for the life of him he couldn't work out where the fuck he was and more importantly how to leave. He Pouted as he drew on the cigarette. There was some expensive kit around here, but he couldn't make with the light fingered until he could be sure of his own safe escape. Made no sense to fence yourself in, then piss of the locals stuck there with you. Could get messy. He'd had fun with the young man he'd found that afternoon, maybe he'd see him or someone else like he about. He hadn't seen a life form in a while, he knew they were about. No clue where though. He stayed mostly in the shadows out of sight as he began to head for the Club.