John Constantine (worksbestalone) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2020-04-22 18:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, brooke maddox (shadeofmean), ~2020 april, ~~john constantine (worksbestalone) |
Who: Brooke and John.
What: A meeting in a bar.
When: Friday night.
Where: Lou's bar.
Warnings: TBD.
Status: Ongoing.
It had been a few weeks since John had arrived in town. A few weeks spent getting to know his new home, his new surroundings. Not that he had much choice in the matter. Until he could figure out a way to get back home he was stuck for the foreseeable future, and if he wanted to survive he had to do what he always did. Know things. Knowing the right things about the right people kept a man like John Constantine ahead. He had already started to build up a decent contacts list while keeping himself as discreet as possible. He knew it wouldn't last, and given that there had been another version of himself in town before him, he knew he had to tread carefully.
He stopped off at Lou's bar for the night. The Englishman had managed to collect a decent amount of money gambling and had decided to stop for a few drinks before heading home. Not that he was going to spend that money on getting drinks in himself. He'd find someone to pawn his bar tab off to. He did it frequently enough, and old habits stuck around for better or for worse.
He ordered himself a gin and tonic, and a bottle of beer and sat down at the bar, making himself comfortable. For a man who liked to play things sneaky, he certainly always stood out, dressed in a white shirt with a dark red tie, tan trench coat, and black trousers, his hair lazily spiked. He placed his cigarettes and his lighter on the bar, picking up his gin and tonic to take a drink. That first taste was always the most satisfying, especially when he hadn't had a drink all day. It was satisfying. The aftermath of another day survived.