St. John Allerdyce (untamedinferno) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-09-14 15:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, robert drake, st. john allerdyce |
Who: IcyHot Bobby Drake and St. John Allerdyce.
Where: Steak spot in Seattle.
When: Tuesday Afternoon.
What: Getting that good food.
Status: Incomplete.
Warnings: Low.
There were many things that John did not like about Bobby fucking Drake. His goody good attitude. Okay, that was mostly it. They were on opposing sides of the morality spectrum, and it often showed magnificently. Hell, if anyone saw it they would assume the pair were ready to kill each other on the regular. Despite all that, they did seem to have each other's back when in need. The whole Elektra being Elektra moment where he made her into a smoldering corpse and Bobby played damage control on that. To say people were nervous about him was pretty light. John didn't care. So with the thought of going to an actual restaurant to get actual real food that actually was prepared by real people and brought to them by a real wait staff. John was in on this plan so hard. Sure when he went out doing his petty crime earlier in the week getting movies, and himself a big tv and something called an XBox... he bypassed the whole idea of doing the food thing. Now was as good as time as any. He met Bobby in the lobby and the pair went off to find the thing that Bobby called real food, and settling on a steak place John was pleased. Having ordered a nice cut of beef, he was happily tipping back an actual Australian import of a beer this was close to what he thought heaven might have been. Sighing happily from his drink he nodded to Bobby appreciatively. "Aight, mate." Pyro admitted. "This was a good idea, who knew you had to capacity to have em." Back handed compliment as always. |