Akheron (sins_past) wrote in conq_threads, @ 2013-12-11 19:09:00 |
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Each day counted closer to that horrid holiday that sent him into such a downward spiral that he wished someone would find a way to kill him as they had done so with Odin. But Judas kept his true identity close to the heart. Even his psychiatrist only got glimpses, because he would not understand what it meant. He did not know that immortals existed. The words "I am Judas" only ever escaped his lips once his entire life and the psychiatrist took it as a metaphor, not reality. Scratching off the day in his calendar, Jake slid the leather bound organizer back into his bag. If people wanted to place bets they could, but he would be attempting to drink away the entirety of December. He raised up his finger to the bartender, signaling him to bring another Brandy out for him. No need for fancy drinks, Jake merely wanted something smooth, though the price of drinking at a pub in America was ridiculously high. If he wasn't so desperate for his regulars to come by and pay their pieces, he would have gone home to drink alone. Wiping his gloved hands on his dark jeans, he looked around the lounge. Even amongst all of the Tourists in their ridiculous outfits, he had a habit of sticking out with his flannel shirt half buttoned over a black wifebeater. The heavy clunk of the brandy glass in front of him brought his attention back around. "Thanks." |