Bartleby The Watcher (godschosen) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-09-21 11:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | bartleby, famine |
Who: Bartleby and Famine
What: Chatting over a drink or two.
When: Ten in the evening
Where: The Lux
Status/Rating: incomplete/R (language)
You killed him. You stabbed him through the side like he was a fucking animal and you liked it. Then you got pulled in here. You didn't even stick around to see what happened to him. He probably hates you, y'know. You'd hate him if he'd killed you. And it was all your fault too. Dropping people from the sky? What the fuck? Loki hates you and he has every right to.
Bartleby was having a bit of a 'fuck you all' moment and keeping his temper under control as he walked into the Lux was somewhat difficult. The glare on his face very much said 'stay the hell away from me' and his pissed off stare at the all to chirpy hostess at the front confirmed it all. He was more than capable of seating himself and he did so, finding his way over to a booth in a shadowed corner of the club where he could appropriately brood until Famine arrived.
Caleb, whoever he was, needed to be smote in a bad way. Bartleby put his head down on the table, burying it in his arms as he continued to think about what had been said the day before. Never had he wanted to go home more than he did right now. He wanted to go home and see Loki and if it took the destruction of Earth to do so, then perhaps that was just what it was going to have to take.
It wasn't as if She couldn't create another one.