Edward Morgan Blake // The Comedian (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} allajoke) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} colligo_threads,@ 2010-04-05 18:49:00 |
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What: Drinking. What else?
When: Late afternoon
Where: A questionable-looking bar
Warnings: Language. Inevitably lots of language. Also, he is wearing the mask.
This was ridiculous. Ri-fucking-diculous. The Comedian was fairly certain that he had escaped this hell hole, and yet, here he was again. Fan-fucking-tastic. Resigning himself to his fate once again, he made his way to the bar he remembered not so fondly from his first venture here. It was out of the way, dark, and generally full of people that either wanted to fight, or could be easily persuaded to fight with a swift punch to the face. Eddie liked that.
The masked man sat down at the bar, a yellow smiley face pin stuck to his body armor reflecting the light, and ordered a whiskey. His first of the day, but inevitably not his last. As if he didn't drink a lot at home, this place just drove him to do it more and more.
At least he wasn't having to deal with Veidt and his little fairy ideas of world peace or some shit.