And another thing--

[Drostan Travlyan]

"Hail the prodigy child," came a mutter from the other man, the words somewhat distorted as the left his mouth unknowingly. He seemed not to register the fact he had spoken or that someone else had entered though acknowledged the new voice. Pesky little spirits, or something.... He turned around on his seat to face the same way Iggy, as he now knew was his name, which was in the direction of Kaelon, and made a face that signified recognition, somewhat close to the effect of an epiphany of sorts.

"He does, at that," the soon-to-be professor confirmed, nodding. An empty smile soon formed. "And you apparantly teach, as do I." He felt a slight obligation to be friendly, partly on the man's occupation being close to his, and his clothing, which wasn't so awkward as .. Iggy's. The oddness of the name suddenly struck him, but as it was dreadfully offtopic he refrained from saying anything.

[Kaelon N. Reeve]

Kaelon inclined his head gently in understanding. "Aah, that makes sense, I suppose. And..." he leaned outward a little, squinting at the muttering character behind Iggy. (Another unusual thing about him: what an interesting name. It was short for something, maybe? Who knew.) "...your, ah... accomplice?" He asked with some amusement. The odd-looking man appeared rather drunk.

[Iggnatius Salamanece]

Iggy grinned and slapped the drunken man beside of him. "Iggnatius Salamanece has no accomplice, only friends and enemies!: He said with a barking smile. He downed his glass again and continued wait stabs at conversation.

[Xander]

"I am most certainly not drunk," the man protested, choking slightly as he spoke in response to the harsh slap. "Nor an accomplice of any sort."

He considered leaving his current company as instead of them amusing him, it seemed quite the opposite, which he didn't approve of. For now he simply turned back around and laid his head on the table.

[[Brain dead is I.]]

[Kaelon N. Reeve]

Kaelon raised an eyebrow a little. His present company reminded him a little of the... er.... people he used to involuntarily consort with at the... institutuion back in the US. Odd characters, but they certainly were nowhere near his old company as far as mental health--or degeneration thereof-- went.

"You could at least introduce yourself and prove yourself otherwise, " Kaelon pointed out innocuously.

A guitar pick appeared in his fingers (in truth it had come from his jacket pocket, but he had made no real ceremony of getting it out), a simple black pick with a stripe of bright orange around the edge, and he bit gently at it with his left canine, resting his elbow on the bar.

[Drostan Travlyan]

"I could ask for you to do the same," he replied, still facing the counter. He remained silent a moment longer.

"You could call me Matt if you wanted. Or Drostan. Or any other number names that may come to your mind. And as already mentioned, I'm a professor at Hogwarts, or soon will be, at least. Charming isn't it?" At this he rose to face them again. "We'll be working together in a way." He intended for this to sound a bit more... cynical than it came out, but as said before he felt an odd obligation of politeness towards this man, and the words came out completely tone-less. Neither offending nor complimentory.

Perhaps he should get drunk. He looked at his glass longingly, willing it to refill. This would have been odd at home in the muggle realm but seeing as he wasn't ''at home in the muggle realm'' it was quite all right for him to do so. And refill it did.

[Iggnatius Salamanece]

Iggy frowned a bit, his bottom lip poking out slightly. He drained his cup again, his cheeks beginning to take on quite a rosy hue. Akward silences always killed him, and he was desperate for someone to say something open for discussion, seeing as how he could not think of one at the moment.

He took another drink and waited.

[Drostan Travlyan]

"Iggy-wiggy Iggy-piggy..." he said repeatedly in a sing-song voice, stroking the man's long hair affectionately.

[[J/K!! @_@]]

Matt prodded the silver-haired man in front of him after a few moments of awkward silence.

"Why so silent?" he queried with a grin, taking another drink.

[[Mmm, I can't think.]]

[Gyan Salamanece]

Iggy finished his sixth cup and was...well rather wasted. He knocked the cup of the bar, reeled his head back and burst out into song with his voice deepened by his rum. It was an old song he had learned while drinking in Ireland.

Oh, Ideediedeeideaideeidea

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be,

I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be.

Well, I called me wife and I said to her "Will you kindly tell to me

Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?"

Oh, Ideediedeeideaideeidea

"Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, still you can not see

That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me."

Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more,
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before.

Oh, Ideediedeeideaideeidea" He finished with an extended note before draining his glass and falling backwards off his chair onto the dusty ground.

[Kaelon N. Reeve]

Rather bemused, Kaelon peered down at Iggy for a moment, frowning. It seems I have acquired some rather eccentric company...

Looking up at ...Matt... again, he nodded, "Kaelon Reeve, and yes, I suppose we will be working together." He shrugged, glancing down at Iggy again. "Our, uh... companion seems to be a little inebriated. ...Should we help him up?" he proposed lightheartedly, raising an eyebrow at Matt.

[Iggnatius Salamanece]

Iggy lay on the floor, mumbling the song again, not quite sure if he could get up or not. He giggled almost childishly and used the seat of the bar to help himself up. He finally managed it after a fall or two and fixed his hair. His cheecks were beet red now, and he banged his fist on the table for another drink. "Compadres!" he barked out loudly. "E tu quiero cantamos?" He asked drunkedly, swaying slightly on his seat.

[Drostan Travlyan]

Matt bent over to poke Iggy in the side as he returned to his seat.

"But he's so much fun like that," the man protested with a smile at the Auror's suddenly drunken behavior, speaking what he assumed was spanish and wavering from side to side. The professor took another drink for himself and offered the refilled glass towards Kaelon's direction, moving it about in a tempting manner.

"Eh? Eh? I swear you won't break out into Irish diddies, man, c'mon."

The red-headed man had no immediate intention of being horridly drunk like that either, or at least in this company. He was off, yes, but he was always 'off' regardless of how intoxicated he was. Considering the last time he was drunk in public the experence wasn't exactly, ... pleasant, he wondered what he would do this time. Then again, he'd rarely ever taken consequences into consideration before.

[[SPPPPAAAMMM!!]]

[Iggnatius Salamanece]

Iggy shook his head and he could think again, well, as much as he could under the circumstances. "Eh? 'ent you ever sung at a bar afore?" He asked in a think accent he wasn't quite sure where he picked up, for it was certainly not his own. After taking another drink, he cheerily asked, "Ocomeon, enee o' you wanna join in?" He asked, swaying dangerously on his seat.

[Kaelon N. Reeve]

Kaelon recoiled a little from the offered drink, holding up a hand in polite refusal. "Heh, as much as I appreciate the offer, no thanks. I've gotten into the habit of not drinking since the detention center. But as for singing, " he eyed the obviously smashed Iggy with amusement, "as it happens, I have done that. Not generally at a bar, though, " he chuckled.

[Iggnatius Salamanece]

Iggy shook his head once more, but it threw him off balance and he landed back on the floor.

He blinked stupidly for about a minute, than his hearing and sense of where he was came back to him. He yawned, fumbled about for his wand and shot up a few peices of white confetti shouting, "I surrender" drunkedly. "Now someone help me up" He added.