[Togo manages to get a cab, but it lets him off a few blocks away from his destination, as "that part o' th' town's dangerous, lad, an' I ain't risking my cab over it!" He's not wrong, it's not the best part of town. But then, that's the best type of place for supernaturals to hang out.] * Togo pays the guy, then starts walking, with a really noticeable limp on the side where he injected the anesthetic, towards the alley where the Dancing Fiend is. [Togo arrives! Seems like a happenin' night. Al spies him limping towards the bar, and raises one rocky brow-less eyebrow.] Don't ask, Al. Trust me, you *really* don't wanna know. *limps in* * Togo heads for the bar, and tries to flag down Finora when he gets there. [He doesn't ask! It really is a happenin' night in there. More than usual, even. All manner of creatures seem to have shown up. A skeleton band is playing tonight (The Boney Band, they unimaginatively called themselves. But they're skeletons, what do you expect from people without brains?) Finora seems to be busy at the bar.] * Togo waits as patiently as a guy whose nine-story fall was stopped by his hooha about an hour ago can, trying to get her attention when she gets free. [Finora doesn't seem to get "free", but she does notice him. "Togo," she says while pouring a drink. "You look like hell warmed over."] Feel even worse. Tell you about it another time. I need a pint of Guinness and a big glass of the strongest goddamn vodka you have. [She frowns, and pours the vodka first. "If the pint's for the old man, he's gone."] ... he's gone? He's never gone. That seat's got his ass imprints on it. Where'd he go? [She shrugs and she puts the vodka down in front of him. "Dunno. He always vanishes around Halloween. I always figured he wanted to leave town before things got too... exciting (though her eyes suggest she meant to say dangerous)." She frowns some more. "Still, he usually waits until a few days before. He left early this year."] [She shrugs. "Well, he'll probably be back in November."] * Togo curses, then downs his vodka. "Not soon enough." *slams the glass down; pulls out money and a bottle of maple syrup* "Sorry, lass, but I gotta run. Give Bella my best, and call me if you hear anything on the grapevine about someone doing a recruiting push in the supernatural community, okay?" ["Gotcha. Hey, Togo?"] Yeah? ["Be careful. London's the center of the Halloween Gathering this year."] * Togo rubs his forehead. "Icing on the fucking cake. Thanks for the heads-up, lass. I'll keep my eyes open." *smirks* [She nods, and goes back to serving the patrons.] * Togo heads out to catch a cab back to the meeting room!