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He followed the Madame as best as he could. Alexander was a tall man, and must have been a burden for the Madame to drag around. Though, of course, he was far too drunk to even notice the simple things like gravity and the basic laws of physics.

"The entire world is made up of fools and wise men. The wise men are called by others the fools, while the fools call themselves the wise men." He muttered under his breath as he reached for his bed. He had intended to land on the bed completely, but instead, only managed half his body. His knees hit the ground painfully as his legs were far from the mattress.

He knelt there for a moment, with his head face down, slightly suffocating himself. "Madame Ruby, can you do a reading for me? I'm afraid that the future may not have changed as I have wanted." He asked as he pulled himself upright to try again to climb onto the bed.
The second round, Alexander took his time, which didn't matter since he did everything rather slowly and stiffly anyways. He finally managed to lay comfortably on his own bed and covered his eyes with an arm.

"Do you remember the young miss that came by earlier? I had told her that the one she loved would leave the village forever. She wanted the man not to go, so she gave me her necklace for payment to change the future." He paused for a moment and reached inside his pockets for it, but remembered what happened afterwards. "I found him, and discovered the best way to keep him with the young miss. I bragged how she had given me her heart. The man asked for proof, and simply showed off the gold charm to him. He punched me and thus, this happened." Alexander waved a hand around to show his injuries.

"He took the necklace and went off somewhere after leaving me more or less like this on the ground. Did I complete my mission? Or should I still be obligated after what happened?" He asked with a wry smile on his face. Alexander couldn't even explain to himself why he went so far to keep the couple together.

His smile only grew wider, even if it was painful for his cheeks to move. "But the lady only asked for the man to stay. He will, and this new disastrous fate is now the miss's." The old addage ran through his head as he sat up right and looked around for something.
Be careful for what you wish for...

Alexander quickly grabbed for it before the Madame could take it away from his reaches. He wasn't an alcoholic, not at all. He just enjoyed drinking a lot during the night and day, and kept many bottles in the tent. He uncorked it and took a healthy drink from it. "Madame, it is your job to tell them the future. It is mine to simply mess with the world and it's inhabitants."
His wide smile still lingered on his face. If anything, Alexander could boast of this one and only skill of his to truly change the future.

The Madame had forgotten her promise of healing Alexander, and he was somewhat relieved. He'd rather remember the night and it's brawl with evidence. "Let misfortune come, for one man's junk is another's treasure." Oh, Alexander was getting drunk all over again, speaking with his half-baked logic.

He undid a few clasps. Too drunk and too lazy to pull off his clothes, he shook out of his robe so it fell off his shoulders and pooled by his waist. Alexander rarely wore multiple layers despite how cold it was outside, especially at night. It may have softened the blows, just a bit, as his torso was now mottled with various shades bruises. Today they were yellow, tomorrow, most likely a hideous purple and black colour.
Gingerly, he touched the discoloured skin, wincing as he would clumsily press too hard. Somewhat bored, Alexander now pressed his hands against his face, feeling for black eyes and bruises he couldn't see without a mirror. Painful. He thought to himself as he continued to poke and prod his bruises.
"I still think it was all worth it." He said to no one in particular even if the Madame was the only one in the tent. Slowly, Alexander slipped out of his rob and stood up. He walked over to the small wash basin. Grabbing a towel, he cleaned his knuckles and cleaned his wounds. Everything only stung now with the water, but he didn't want scars of his encounter. Just memories.

With a bottle familiarly in his hand and feeling a bit refreshed, he walked over half-naked to the Madame. He never felt uncomfortable even fully naked, but respected the Madame enough not to do so. After all, the mark of his 'servitude' was on the back of his neck, which he easily covered his with somewhat longish hair. Alexander looked over the Madame's shoulder to see the cards and asked, "Who're you reading for?"

[[Sorry.. Got distracted. >.<]]

Alexander flexed his nonexistent muscles and joked a bit when the Madame mentioned wearing clothes. "And hide these beauties?" Alexander would most likely be a naturalist with his affinity for stripping randomly if not for his love of creating clothes. However, this time there was a purpose. The chills of the night numbed his wounds and cleared his head enough to stay somewhat sober.

Ignoring the Madame's words of healing, Alexander pushed the three cards to a miniature deck, and flipped it over face down. "Perhaps you are being too specific. Sometimes the cards will tell us things that we haven't asked for at all.." He spread the deck out, and somehow there appeared five cards now instead of three.
With a flick of his wrist, he flipped over the first four in a crescendo with a simple overlaying domino effect. With one finger, he angled four of the five cards together. "Seven. Ten. Ace. Three. But upside down, you spell L-O-V-E." He spelt out as though he didn't care to say the word directly.
Alexander was sleeveless, yet.. and yet... With flourish, he flipped the last card which revealed itself to be a tarot card, very unlike the standard deck the Madame was using before. "The two of cups. Well, it's quite obvious that you're heading towards a new flowering beginning. I hope I get to meet the lucky gent." He joked again with a wink. Though the fortune did interest him. After all, it was about the Madame and her love life.

It was rare for Alexander to get such a clear and concise interpretation. Perhaps the cold air was doing wonders to him. But then again, he was still drinking the ale in his hands. The perfect balance. He was drunk, yet somber. He was in pain, yet quite fine. He was awake, yet half asleep.
Perhaps alcohol could be useful for Alexander after all.

[[Lol.. How are you at two places at once?]]
[[We can bring in Crayon here, right? :3]]
[[Oh man.. I can't believe Alexander likes to strip now.. XD]]