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

[acclimatized]

And you didn't take that as a sign to quit?

[heckblazer]

[ With barely-contained laughter: ] I did, at the time.

[acclimatized]

And how long did that last?

[heckblazer]

'Til I beat it. That's a longer story, mate.

[acclimatized]

I thought that might've put you off them for a bit. Although the whole thing does sound a little mundane for you. You know, with the demon hunting and exorcisms and all that.

[heckblazer]

So I shouldn't mention that I tricked a prince of Hell into curing me, then? Since it's a boring story and all.

[acclimatized]

... What? Are you serious?