Her shoulders shrugged a little in her only defense. "Maybe yeah. I mean different universe, different rules. It's sad but true." After another sip of her drink and a puff on her cigarette she sighed a bit. "I know you can be a masochist and all John, but sometimes you just go way overboard." Like now. She did worry despite the fact that he didn't want her to.
Right. About Stephen. Where to start. "Uh let's see.. I met him because he's a cocky little shit and calls himself.. get this.. Sorcerer Supreme. At least mine's a fucking stage name you know? So I teased him, and realized he.. is such a goody goody it's kind of sickening. He'd never even had taco bell before I made him eat it."