says,

     _{there was thunder in his chest.  what echoed like a laugh but could have been the arousal of his demons.  the ominous adumbrations that lit the dull living space made his facial features indecipherable.  residing to the sense of audio.ception through the harsh of his voice and clink of ice with a ,,glup’‘.  he regret, at this very moment, giving john keys to the flat.  he didn’t think of him as someone to invade personal space.  granted that seemed to be at the farthest of the mind.   ❛   ‘m afraid i can’t.   ❜   appendages dangled and swabbed the perspiration off the glass.  he was a man made of the finest IRON, the strongest STEEL.   ❛   …   ❜   an elongated hush is the want for john to leave him, to be isolated; him versing himself.  the past seizes him when his feet no longer want to carry the load.  he’s still quiet because, unconsciously, part of it wants the company.  to crave the searing sensation of liquor to endure the stone in his lungs; a representation of a looming presence.  obsidian eyes carry to draw the man’s figure through the black.  still there, still quiet.  maybe he understands it or maybe he’s gingerly watching to preform an exorcism.   ❛   ..why ar’ you still here ?  ❜}        

                     ° • ? ( deep ass starters.

magetricks:

           his arms, heavy with fatigue, support his mildly inebriated stance against the wooden counter. he’s stuck in a stasis, lost amid his thoughts however, his stupor doesn’t last long. agenerous offer coming from this particular lad catches him somewhat off-guard. at first, he’s somewhat skeptical, yet after a moment’s thought, his doubt dissipates without a trace. he’ll shoot him a bemused smile before stepping just a tick closer, nudging the stranger with his elbow before accepting the offering wholeheartedly. ‘ cheers, ’ he leans over the bar, his lips to the glass and gone in an instant. the drink is all gone.

         ‘ next round’s on me. ’ he beckons the bartender with a flick of the wrist and nonchalantly orders two more. that’s john constantine for you. ‘ come here often, chief? ’

     _{flabbergasted is a first, allured the second.  this guy wasn’t like a mat, or a damien, or a joseph.  this guy was of his own and oddly relatable.  there was a vibe in his gut but he took no regard to it, probably being the alcohol.  when two glasses are drifted on the polished counter, robert takes ahold and hands the newcomer his.  there’s a still chilling moisture that coats the glass before he chugs it.  aah, whiskey the only sweet of his preferences; bittersweet.  the liquor kicks quick but he isn’t near his drink—limit.   ❛   mmh, thanks.   ❜   he sucks a breath in.   ❛  y’up, live a couple blocks down. where you from ? i always ‘member a face.   ❜}   

says,

      _{❛   we’ll i’ll be. ❜   he cracked a smile.   ❛   you’re the type of fella that’s a natural phenomenon.   ❜}  

says,

     _{TO: j. constantine       (at 5:20 am): what are the chances of you coming over if i say you left something here.
                                        (at 5:21 am): i mean technically you did.
                                        (at 5:32 am): i don’t remember the punch.line but i have alcohol for us.}

                  ° • ? ( CONTACT NAME: CONSTANTINE

     _{❛   hey you do shots ?   ❜   following when the stranger entered, he’s been gawked at like prey.  robert knew he could be a victim of a façade inclusion to ninety—five percent of the casuals there, including himself.  he beckoned the bartender for two shots.  if it so happened he was declined, well, ^{BOTTOMS UP}.   ❛   don’ worry, you can say no.   ❜   hands defensively lifted in a ,,i’m a cool guy’‘ type of way.  sure he didn’t kiss—and—tell but he had manners, respect for people, and their personal space.  he was presently sat at one end of the bar, how much further could he have got ?}

                       ° • ( @magetricks / sc.