WHO: Nyx Ulric and John Constantine. WHAT: Nyx has been drinking more, and John happens to be there. WHERE: The Spider-Web. WHEN: Thursday Afternoon. RATING: Low.
Nyx finally woke up from the shock from BB-15. It hurt enough to bring him back out of his passed out stupor. Looking at the droid who was beeping at him in a concerned manner Nyx shook his head. "No, I'm not leaving too." Which sure, he was drinking like it of late.
What? Drowning sorrows was effective, right?
Groaning and getting himself up off the couch he was drooling all over, he got himself cleaned up. Fed Slowpoke. Fed Snorlax. Didn't feed the droid who didn't need food. Since the beginning of the month, and the number of people vanishing Nyx felt it more. Sure Carol disappearing was rough, but that was simply because of childish feelings. Lunafreya though. The Princess. That one cut a little deep to say the least. Looking at the droid who was looking back at him. Beep boop bweeep. Nyx laughed immediately.
"Fuck you." He responded walking towards the door. "I know I look like shit." Boots on, coat on, and Nyx was very shortly later in the bar. Looking up, there was John. No surprise on that one. Half a wave to John Nyx moved to a different spot at the bar, reaching over for a nameless bottle of booze and glass. Pouring a bit, he tipped the glass back to wash the sleep from his mouth and a bit of hair of the dog for his headache before pouring more into his glass. At the rate he was drinking though, he was going to have to actually go through the doors and bring Peter more booze. It was only fair.