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[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.

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[heckblazer]

[ The forced-relaxed body language doesn't last. He draws his legs back in, sinking further into his seat and looking for all the world like he wants a hole to curl up in. ]

I did tell you: "I sacrifice to no god save myself — And to my stomach, greatest of deities." Can't imagine I made your lot in life much better, really.

[purple_reign]

[Inanna stands to leave, offering John one more sad smile.]

You were a dear comfort, John.