-5 MCA, Friday Afternoon/Evening

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John had gotten the surprise of his fucking life this morning. In a good way, that was, and while it had taken a few moments for him to wake up enough to realize what, exactly, was coming out of his shower-head, he had figured it out eventually

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Peter got the message and knocked on the open door, a large jug in his hand. "My taps are running beer. I brought some. Is this an island thing, or do we need to talk to the landlord?"

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"Island-wide, I bet," John said, raising his half-glass to Peter and gesturing for him to come in. "Once it was fucking eggnog, and wasn't that a shit to discover in the shower?"

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Peter made a face. "Luckily I noticed this one when I went to brush my teeth."

He glanced at the wards he could feel around John's door. "What are those against? I don't want to break them or get myself fried."

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"Unless you mean me malicious harm, you're safe," John quipped, though he didn't deactivate any of the wards. "The rest are mostly alarms, for when weird magical shite is happening, or if someone tries to trespass into Special Collections."

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Peter nodded and stepped in. "I've set up similar ones at my place and the flower shop, but I thought I'd make sure. No harm to you or yours," he promised, "though I'm not going to stop you getting shit-faced if you want to."

He set his jug of beer down. "Are the walls part of the weird, too? Mine aren't doing that."

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"Nah, that's a hundred percent MCA being MCA," he laughed, motioning for Peter to grab a seat. "Was like that when I moved in-- the place is a damn mood ring. Walls changed colors based on how you feel...it's like half the fun of LSD, and none of the bad shite."

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"Never had the dubious pleasure," Peter said, sitting. "I'll take your word for it."

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"Seriously? Psychedelics and magic have gone hand-in-hand for eons, I'm surprised you didn't play around a bit," he said, sipping at his drink. "I've come up with some brilliant shite while out of my mind."

Also some utterly terrible ideas, but, well, Constantine.

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Peter gave him a wry grin. "Drugs don't affect me. And where I learned my magic, I never would have touched them if they did."

Somehow, psychedelics and Hell seemed like a really bad combination.

Then, because he couldn't remember what John might or might not know, "I spent a thousand years in Hell."

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"Which hell?" Because yes, that was a question you had to ask around here. "If it's run by three mad bastards...I wasn't here, you never saw me, and whatever they might have said about me-- is probably true."

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"I don't think anyone can agree on who's in charge," Peter said. "There are more than three that try to claim it, though." He smiled grimly. "And if they hate you, it just means you're doing something right."

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"Different Hell, then," John decided. "Mine's ruled by a triumvirate since Lucifer decided to piss off and not be God's fall-boy anymore. I've managed to fuck over all three fairly recently, so they're not my biggest fans."

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"I'm not sure about this one's version of Lucifer," Peter said. "We took down Beelzebub just before I ended up here; he was the most powerful I met."

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John shook his head. "You couldn't pay me to throw down with those boys if I didn't have a solid con in my pocket ready to be played. That's the kind of work for the do-gooders of the spandex brigade, though there'd be some fucker, just as bad as the last, filling the void soon enough."

Pessimist? John? Never.

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"We didn't have much of a choice," Peter said. "He was walking around on Earth. And yeah, I'm sure there's some demon just as bad waiting in the wings. Hopefully they'll stay where they belong."

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Once Kanan got himself settled down, he turned toward Peter and raised his glass with a grin.

"All the taps in the building, huh? Whatever the frak is coming from mine is way less fun than this stuff."

Absinthe was definitely crawling up Kanan's list of Earth favorites.