Takes place after
this It wasn't that it had been Babe to do the rejecting. He liked Babe, but it was rare that John got so attached he couldn't handle it if the person turned him away. It was how he'd done it. It was why he'd done it.
It's that I liked you...guess that was stupid, huh?
It wasn't the first time John had been told that a person would be crazy or wrong to like him at all. John knew he was untrustworthy, and he knew he excelled at deceiving people, but his limited self-awareness didn't make it sting any less. He liked Babe, but now he'd been rejected not because he slept with too many people, or even really because he worked at the Sin, but because Babe had finally seen who he really was, and who he really was, was unlovable.
There were two empty bottles of vodka back in his room. A flask swung loosely from his fingers as he walked, swaying ever so slightly.