I was drowning my sorrows but they learned to swim
He was supposed to teach Selina magic.
Problem was, John had a short attention span and there was only so much he could take in a day. He was supposed to be the mystic, not some guy dumped in a mundane body teaching someone else to do it. That was not what all this carefully gathered information was for damn it.
He needed a god damn drink.
He needed not to have to wear a bra.
He hated fucking Karma with a passion.
So he'd ditched Selina and headed out to get the drink without having to watch her mope around in his body anymore. He looked fucking old and it was depressing.
"Give me a pint." And damn it he was going to have to actually pay for his drinks. That little realization pushed him past brooding straight on into pouting as he sat there on the barstool scowling at the world.
Problem was, John had a short attention span and there was only so much he could take in a day. He was supposed to be the mystic, not some guy dumped in a mundane body teaching someone else to do it. That was not what all this carefully gathered information was for damn it.
He needed a god damn drink.
He needed not to have to wear a bra.
He hated fucking Karma with a passion.
So he'd ditched Selina and headed out to get the drink without having to watch her mope around in his body anymore. He looked fucking old and it was depressing.
"Give me a pint." And damn it he was going to have to actually pay for his drinks. That little realization pushed him past brooding straight on into pouting as he sat there on the barstool scowling at the world.