drinking into the night [ota]
St John was a constant sufferer of insomnia. It had started when he was nine and ever since then, the bouts were fairly regular, which he could deal with. It just meant that from time to time he was sitting around, in the dead of night, with nothing to do. So he prowled around the base, considering everything and anything to do before slinking into the mess hall and fucking around in the kitchens.
He was pretty sure the head chef knew what he was doing, but the guy was pretty okay about that stuff, especially if St John cleaned up after himself. Which, after the first time, he did.
Which put him there, and then, with a bottle of beer -three bottles empty, a book on the table in front of him and a crate of alcohol in the back that, if he wanted to, he might end up hauling back to his room just to put himself out for the night.
Of course this was all based on the assumption that he'd not have a bunch of people around -because it was the middle of the night. Sometimes, people did sleep. He just figured most of the others did.
He was pretty sure the head chef knew what he was doing, but the guy was pretty okay about that stuff, especially if St John cleaned up after himself. Which, after the first time, he did.
Which put him there, and then, with a bottle of beer -three bottles empty, a book on the table in front of him and a crate of alcohol in the back that, if he wanted to, he might end up hauling back to his room just to put himself out for the night.
Of course this was all based on the assumption that he'd not have a bunch of people around -because it was the middle of the night. Sometimes, people did sleep. He just figured most of the others did.