Dоcтоя Slêêp (doctoring) wrote in snapthread, @ 2020-02-16 17:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | dan torrance, john constantine (vertigo) |
WHO: Constantine & Dan
WHAT: Dan owes Constantine dinner, because he was magicked and kissed him at that weird party
WHERE: House with the blue door (Dan's abode)
WHEN: Tonight
Everything had happened so quickly, Dan just needed a moment. One moment or two, or five, something so that he could calm the whole circus of acrobats doing flips in his stomach. First he went to a party just expecting to nurse a fucking soda and make sure Richie's head didn't explode, and then he'd gotten yanked out of the corner where wallflowers roamed and into a kissing booth with a guy that pushed the right buttons to remind Dan that he actually had a sex drive, somewhere, then after that incident with Bill it was like he’d been hit across the face with a hot iron and he had even more questions. About what the fuck he was even doing. Okay, fine. He simply needed a moment to process, and he got to do just that while making dinner in his nearly bare-bones kitchen (he'd managed to find fresh ingredients though - and a dining room table, plus chairs, he had that). Cooking was therapeutic, in its own way, and he at the very least didn't slice a finger off while beginning to prepare the stir fry for dinner - cutting the beef, cutting the vegetables, gathering the right spices. He was currently letting the beef sizzle in oil in the frying pan and listening for a knock at the door. Though he didn't need the knock, necessarily. It was difficult to get the jump on a psychic - his mind reading capabilities expanded like a mushroom cloud, pushing outward, and he listened for the approach of his specific dinner guest. |