[overflow] i wish i could eat your cancer when you turn black

[francis_barnam]

Universe: Normal Riftverse
Time: Night
Place: Near the Conrad Hotel
Characters: Francis Barnam and Robin Rice
Warnings: This log will contain torture

There is only so much Francis can do in Chicago without going insane. And there are so many things in Chicago Francis would love to do, but shouldn't. He probably shouldn't be walking back to his hotel, past the Conrad, drunk, but compared to the things he would love to do, but shouldn't, this is a rather minor transgression. He pauses when he reaches the hotel, looking up at it. It's been a while since he's seen his favorite vengeance angel. He wonders if Robin is still limping, and the thought puts a smile on his face.

He has a beer in his hand still, and he knocks the last of it back as he observes the hotel. He tosses the can towards a trashcan, the metal clinking as it hits the can and bounces out. Apparently he's too drunk for basketball.

Part of him hopes that the pansy will run into him here. He does love listening to his half-assed spluttering.