IV / video;

[heckblazer]

[ It's probably not a video he records or posts deliberately, considering his lack of technological competence. But there he is, slouched alone on a pub patio, moping behind a cloud of cigarette smoke. He's well into a bottle of...good Lord, flavoured vodka? Birthday cake, no less?

Well. It's not like lushes can be picky. ]

Huh. Didn't think I'd make it to see another one of these days.

[ He adds his cigarette butt to the mountain on the ashtray in front of him, and lights another, muttering softly between his teeth, ]

Happy fuckin birthday to ya, Johnny.
Useless twit.

Comments

[heckblazer]

Stingy, self-destructive, bored, whatever y'feel like calling it, really.

[heliophilic]

What if I buy my own bottle of liquid garbage. What excuse would you have then?

[heckblazer]

[ He pretends to think about it. ]

My bad habit of pushing away people I like, maybe? Or the giant invisible centipede that follows me everywhere. Maybe both.

[heliophilic]

I've always wanted to fight an invisible centipede.

[heckblazer]

Well. Be it far from me to stop you.

video; > action;

[heliophilic]

Glad we were able to reach an agreement.

Door.

[He can make out enough of the background behind Constantine to open the Door nearby. He then switches off his video feed, and after a few seconds, M emerges through the portal carrying a bottle of gin by its neck.]

So where's this centipede?

[heckblazer]

I did say it was invisible, mate.

[ Not that he'll complain much about having company that knows better than to smother him in concern. ]

[heliophilic]

That you did, that you did.

[M plops down into a nearby seat, though not one too close by, and takes a swig right from his bottle. This is going to be the classiest damn birthday ever.]

Though I thought you'd be a pal and point me in the right direction.