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[bloody_awful]

So a bloke walks into a bar... in a tuxedo. Whut

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[a1enzo]

Enzo is Eyeing him dubiously.

"Do I even wanna know what happened?"

[bloody_awful]

Without lifting his head from the Bar, John holds out his left hand. On the fourth finger is a ring made of bone in the shape of a devil's head.

[a1enzo]

"Cool ring."

Beat.

"Wait. Ring. Like... ring ring?"

[bloody_awful]

Again without lifting his head from the Bar, John nods. Aw, woobie!

Oh, and that left hand? It's missing a thumb.

[a1enzo]

Yes, but with John, that's actually the less surprising part. Not that Enzo won't come back to that in a moment.

"That's... not a good thing?"

Normally, Enzo, romantic that he is, would think so. But... just but.

[bloody_awful]

John chuckles, lifts his head from the Bar and smiles wryly. "No, Piffy's a treat. Brilliant girl. Just, well..." he shrugs. "Demon impersonated me, married my bride, hijinx ensue." He attempts the grin-and-wink, but he's obviously exhausted. "Typical wedding, one hell of a reception. Literally."

He absentmindedly lights another cigarette. *Poof! confetti* He glares at it. "And Bar, in her joy, is starting to make me consider chainsaws and bonfires."

A new packet of Silk Cuts appears on the Bar. He lights one, suspiciously, and when he breathes in the familiar carcinogen, sighs with relief.

[a1enzo]

Enzo's eyes widen and then narrow, imagining himself in the same position.

Or what if something like that had happened to, say, Bob! Can you imagine? >_>

"Did you take care of it?" he says grimly.

[bloody_awful]

John chuckles. Does Enzo really have to ask?

He looks at the flute of champagne, sighs, and downs it in one go.

[a1enzo]

Enzo nods and takes a seat.

"You look like spyware near the end of the movie."

[bloody_awful]

"I wish I had some spoilers going in," John grins. "Here, take a look." He takes a photo from his pocket. It's of a woman in her early 20s with long black hair cut in a fringe over her forehead. Her eyes are striking blue. She's wearing a red hoodie and a striped scarf and standing in front of a pub. And she's smiling like a kid in a toy shop.

John looks almost embarrassed. "Getting soft in my old age."

[a1enzo]

Enzo looks at it and smiles widely. "Reminds me of mine." Right down to the hoodie, even.

[bloody_awful]

"Oh right, I remember her. How are you two getting along, then?"

[a1enzo]

"Good as always. Her family had me over to their Fourth of July barbeque."

[bloody_awful]

"She's from the States?" He shakes his head in mock disapproval. "Aw, you can do better than that."

He pauses and adds, "Wait. You can't eat anything and you'd go zap if you went swimming, right? You're not even -- *cough* I mean, you're digital. How did you even manage this?"

Curiosity wins out over exhaustion every time!

[a1enzo]

Enzo blows a raspberry at John.

"Oh, we can turn me human. We visit each other's worlds all the time." Beat. "Well, I mostly visit hers right now."

[bloody_awful]

John looks impressed. "No joke, son? Do her parents know you're digital? And more important," he says, "what's your favorite food?"