"Sorry, fellas, I just wanted to take a slash..." John had been out and had limited himself to two drinks, but on the walk home he'd needed to find somewhere for a quick piss and ducked into an alleyway. It wasn't his intent to disturb who-the-fuck-ever wanted to canoodle in the shadows. He'd done a lot worse, after all.
(Not recently.)
While it was dark, there was enough interplay from the light of the moon and the shadows for John to realise in a couple of moments this was no ordinary making out session: instead his hand was already in his pocket to flick open his lighter and ignite a thin, deadly whip of flame, which he cracked over the head of the guy doing the - what the fuck? biting? - as a warning. Because of course there were vampires. Of course there were. Or this was one fucking bizarre mutation.
"C'mon, Dracula. Drop the happy meal and step away slowly." While John did not give one boiled fuck for who the hell was currently getting their veins sucked, he did not like the idea of some threatening creature of the night stalking around London all happily fed.
Re: Friday Night
(Not recently.)
While it was dark, there was enough interplay from the light of the moon and the shadows for John to realise in a couple of moments this was no ordinary making out session: instead his hand was already in his pocket to flick open his lighter and ignite a thin, deadly whip of flame, which he cracked over the head of the guy doing the - what the fuck? biting? - as a warning. Because of course there were vampires. Of course there were. Or this was one fucking bizarre mutation.
"C'mon, Dracula. Drop the happy meal and step away slowly." While John did not give one boiled fuck for who the hell was currently getting their veins sucked, he did not like the idea of some threatening creature of the night stalking around London all happily fed.