John Constantine thinks pronunciation matters (rhymeswithfine) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-19 01:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | john constantine, q |
Who: John Constantine + Q
What: Drinks, Dreams, something else that stats with a D, I guess.
When: 10/19
Where: Q's flat
Rating: TBD. Probably high.
Status: In progress
Fuck those bloody dreams. John had been really sure for a while there that he was going to be one of the sorts who just didn't need to worry about them. Maybe get the odd coat out of it and be pleased as punch about it and nothing else.
But then they'd happened and … christ.
It'd ruined him for the day. He was stupid with nerves and something else that was close to nausea but maybe not quite. Not yet. Maybe later.
Beer with Q seemed good. A good distraction. Whiskey with Q seemed nicer still. Which was why he'd stopped to get some (the biggest bottle. hopeful, wishful thinking) before making his way across town to the flat he was getting to know so well lately.
Better here than at home with Chaz, who seemed to know his mood was poor and black and was extra happy and barky on principle. John couldn't handle it. Just couldn't.
It took a minute of standing at the door for John to realize he'd forgotten to even knock. So. He did that.