[ Good intentions on the part of the bartenders don't make John show up any faster, nor any more soberly.
He trips out of a cab around 2:38 after having contended with the porters and Sunday drivers on a Saturday night. But getting into the downtown of Maurtia Falls gives him a certain cleansing calm. Should really just bite it and find a flat here with how often he ends up out this way anyhow. Usually to deal with various Persephone-shaped messes, he realizes.
He's not as far in the bag as she is when he strides into the bar, which is impressive, given what it takes to tip an ancient one over. Still, that's more empty bottles in front of her than he expected.
The staff look exhausted and the other patrons weary, all unsettled by the brooding goth and the kind of space she takes up, her presence even when sitting, drinking and chatting infectious.
Most folks should like to go about their lives in peace and quiet, and don't rightly know how to handle an emotionally volatile teenaged Goddess. Its why she gets patronized so bloody much with questions loaded with backhanded concern for her mental state from folks wirh only their own normal, dry lives to compare. John, for his own part, at least prided himself on not treating them like fragile children. ]
C'mon now, dove. This place is crampin' yer' style.
[ Said with a lean against her table and a casual tone as if he were talking about the sports jerseys hung from the walls, rather than her possibly-mania-induced urge to dig her heels into a place and drink her own face off.
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He trips out of a cab around 2:38 after having contended with the porters and Sunday drivers on a Saturday night. But getting into the downtown of Maurtia Falls gives him a certain cleansing calm. Should really just bite it and find a flat here with how often he ends up out this way anyhow. Usually to deal with various Persephone-shaped messes, he realizes.
He's not as far in the bag as she is when he strides into the bar, which is impressive, given what it takes to tip an ancient one over. Still, that's more empty bottles in front of her than he expected.
The staff look exhausted and the other patrons weary, all unsettled by the brooding goth and the kind of space she takes up, her presence even when sitting, drinking and chatting infectious.
Most folks should like to go about their lives in peace and quiet, and don't rightly know how to handle an emotionally volatile teenaged Goddess. Its why she gets patronized so bloody much with questions loaded with backhanded concern for her mental state from folks wirh only their own normal, dry lives to compare. John, for his own part, at least prided himself on not treating them like fragile children. ]
C'mon now, dove. This place is crampin' yer' style.
[ Said with a lean against her table and a casual tone as if he were talking about the sports jerseys hung from the walls, rather than her possibly-mania-induced urge to dig her heels into a place and drink her own face off.
Fuck if those were some tacky jerseys though. ]