"Oh young one, your education is sorely lacking." Not that he gave a fuck about Star Wars, but it was impossible not to know this stuff when your best friend was a nerd who owned a comic book store. "I said Anakin not Vader and he was a whiny bitch for three fucking movies. He made Luke look like a tough guy. I don't know how the fuck he ever became Vader or grew up to reach eighteen. Someone should have killed him long before he turned evil."
Brian sighed. "You are non fun. You really need to become irresponsible before you get too old, like twenty-five."
He chuckled. "Maybe, but this is the start. One binge today, one snicker tomorrow and before you know, you don't have a six pack and that's just a tragedy."
He shrugged. "I don't know. I'm getting old. I don't expect to have that many good years left, or months." No matter what John thought, forty was a depressing milestone. " It's my fortieth birthday in a month, which might as well be my death day. Who the hell would fuck someone that old?" He considered Derek and Callen and sighed. "I might, but I am desperate and old, so it doesn't really count."
Snorting, he shook his head. "You don't know the definition of the word. Although keep sneaking out with me and you might finally get it. I might be able to teach you a thing or two before dying."