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[bloody_awful]

A bloke walks into a bar. No, really! Barstool, Guinness, ashtray, and a plate of paradoxes with vinegar. Life is pretty damn good for John today.

BTW, he has no idea about the Armaggedoning going on (and, er, neither does mun). Anyone wanna fill him in? Or if not, come chat anyway.

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[last1out]

She's been drinking.

Just a little.

Either that, or she's been pretty damned unhappy for a minute.

In any case, she steals one of John's cigarettes.

"I don't know how you can eat those with vinegar. It's disgusting."

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He lights her smoke with the lighter that Kassandra gave him years ago, and smiles gently. "You don't know what good is, sweetheart. The salt and the vinegar makes them taste exactly like chips don't."

He thinks for a moment and then grins impishly. "Those two thugs I gave renal failure to, did they mention my name when you picked them up?"

[last1out]

"They might have. They very well might have."

A moment, and a drag of smoke, letting it hit the back of her throat before exhaling.

"And the way you eat chips is gross, too. Vinegar. Go and ruin a perfectly good bit of fried potato, why don't you?"

She lays her head on Bar, looking up at the cigarette smoke.

[bloody_awful]

John gives her a long look, and sighs. "All right sweetheart, what's on that mind?" He pauses. "We're still friends, I hope. I still give a shit."

[gotham_knocking]

Knox takes a seat at the bar and orders a beer. He looks over at the rumpled man, and nods. Normally, Knox is as much a devotee of the Rumpled Look as this guy, but today he's dressed as a Florida tourist.

"Hey."

[bloody_awful]

John looks at him and smirks. "Margaritaville's that way, duuuuuuude."

John does a lousy duuuuuuuuuude accent.

[gotham_knocking]

"Yeah, it's just the other side of the door. Or at least Florida is. I'm just blending in. Believe me, I don't dress like this too often." Knox gets his beer and sips at it.

[bloody_awful]

"Why in God's name would you want to do that?" John pushes the plate of paradoxes towards him. "Here, have one of these. They'll wake you up."

[amanda_darieux]

Amanda has been out of the bar and knows nothing about what is going in the bar and mun only has a rough idea herself but Amanda see's Constantine and wanders over his way, "Hello stranger." she says cheerfully.

[bloody_awful]

"Amanda my sweet! Good to see you." He pulls out the stool next to him.

[amanda_darieux]

She gives him a kiss oneach cheek before taking a seat, "How have you been?"

[bloody_awful]

"Same old same old. Better now you're here." Oh, the smooooooooooth!

[watcher_g_man]

There was another bloke in the bar, also had some Guinness. Not smoking, but was certainly tempted to.

Considering the past couple of days? Only reason he hasn't asked for scotch or something to chase the Guinness with is drunk plus tremors being a bad idea.

Because he knows about the Armegeddoning going on. Boy does he ever.

"Hullo, John," Giles remarked wearily.

[bloody_awful]

[OOC: er... do they know each other? I forget...]

John raises his eyebrows. "You look like shite, mate."

[watcher_g_man]

(ooc: Met once in a thread a while back. Giles found John's exploding cat story amusing.)

"Feel like it too. Bad enough we get an apocalypse regularly back home. Certainly don't need it here as well," he remarked bitterly and drank some.

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[OOC: Gotcha!]

"What, another one?" He looks around... all he sees is the Universe ending outside the window. "You mean that?"