Date: January 6, 2001
Status: Private (John, Kit - Complete)
Setting: Manor Bar
Summary: O_o!
John was feeling content, for once. Things had been mostly quiet in the Manor since Aziraphale had left; that wouldn't last, for sure, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Crowley seemed to have rallied, Ellie was trying to do something constructive for a change, Belial and the Snob were keeping to themselves mostly, Loki had a regular coven of assorted mystical types working on his problem, Uriel's sprog was safely arrived and nobody seemed to be in the middle of a crisis; and as for John himself, he'd made a few friendly acquaintances of the human variety, and had some very pleasant New York memories to reflect on, and possibly a few more to look forward to.
Yeah, there was a shoe waiting to drop, no doubt about it. Likely a big, heavy boot covered in mud and less mentionable substances. But for right now, he was just going to sit here at the bar enjoying a pint, and let the madhouse look after itself for a bit.