don't know what i want but i know how to get it; i wanna destroy the passerby

[heckblazer]

WHO: John Constantine, some bad children, various bad adults, maybe you?
WHERE: Roundabouts various cities
WHEN: Early to mid-February
WHAT: John's February Super Fun Wow Catch-All Extravaganza
WARNINGS: To be tagged as necessary



((Tags in comments below. HIT ME UP IF YOU WANNA PLOT! I'm open for almost anything and would love to throw John at most of y'all.))

Comments

[pummelgranite]

[ She takes one and passes it back. ]


Uhm, no. There are fucking kids there.


[ and then she inhales like half the fucking cigarette in one drag ]

[heckblazer]

As if I ever coulda' forgotten. Right. Gotta be a good influence, don't we?

[ He takes one for himself, tossing the pack back at her with a little side-eye. ]

Lemmie find a yogurt company that might be interested, then?

[pummelgranite]

Fuck you.

[ The tone is mild enough that it's essentially, "no thank you." The pack goes into her pocket. ]

What about the pomegranate juice people? They ever get back to you?

[heckblazer]

Believe it or not, I actually 'membered to call them. Wanted a cut bigger'n the cross-promo with the banana people, but I'm workin' on talkin' 'em down. It's not like they had anyone else in mind to pose for the damn ads.

[ He takes a l o n g drag from his cigarette then, to purge the space inside his mouth and clean up the residue of the accursed, unnatural grown-up work talk. ]

Gonna make sure the contract's got something 'bout not publishing the ads without your final say-so. Just so's you don't make the mistake I just did.

[pummelgranite]

Fucking right.


[ Nicotine is way better than capitalism, it's true. ]

[heckblazer]

[ He leans against the tree, perhaps trying slightly too hard to be casual. ]

How's work on the Underworld goin', by the by? Be nice when I don't have to keep smacking about venue owners about payment. Not that th' actual smacking part is too bad.