time_fiend (time_fiend) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-08-31 02:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | spike |
Who: Capt. John Hart & Spike
What: A reckoning of being a doppelganger and find some info on Andrew
When: Evening
Where: a bar
Rating: TBD but there will be violence no doubt
John had returned, how he wasn’t exactly sure nor did it really matter but reality had given him a hard slap in the face. He had gone to the house he and Andrew had shared only to find that he wasn’t anywhere to be found, it was abandoned and up for residences. He had frowned in disappointment but he had deserved it, he had up and disappeared. God he hated rifts or whatever the hell this was to pull him out then drop him back like he had never gone but everything had changed and it was rather upsetting. He had lost Jack, now Andrew and what did he do when he was unhappy or bored? To the bar we go.
The ex-time agent found a little dive not far away, settling his backside on a barstool. He ordered up vodka. The bartender settled a glass in front of him but he lifted his fingers up for five shot glasses, which he happily poured for him. His blue eyes glanced about, studying the patrons, smirking at a few who caught his eye before finally settling on his main purpose for being there. He idly lined up the glasses before him then lifted one, putting it between his lips and threw the burning liquid down his throat. His nimble digits pulled it free and slammed it on the table, emitting a refreshing sigh. At least it was decent stuff.