Re: Radek, John, and Open
Whether the man was just drunk or had a stutter, it wasn’t for John to pass judgment. He was a bit too deep into his cups to think much of it, and even if he’d been stone cold sober, he still mightn’t have cared. “John,” he pronounced merrily. He doubted he’d be biting any necks in here, so he went ahead and added a surname. “Abbott.” Both men’s voices carried the vestiges of accents from across the water. It gave John an immediate sense of camaraderie with the other man. “And I do believe in the nature of the thing, even if it’s not mine.” Truth be told, he was a bit at odds with the celebration, being undead, not traditionally capable of reproduction, and averse to bonfires. “I suppose you could call me a bit of an onlooker. No, that’s not nosy enough.” John leaned towards Radek. “A gawker.”