Pestilence downed his other drink. Already the lonliness was feeling less present. Thank someone for alcohol. "Hmmm, pretty sure it was 'nam. Good times. Remember the napalm, Pollution? It was so cute the way you squealed as all the trees burst into flames." He resisted the urge to scruff up the young horseman's long white hair in a fatherly gesture. "You were still such a little bugger back then. And of course, you and I were already there before the war began, Schwartzy." He tipped his glass at the robed figure. The glass shook in hands that already felt the heady poisons entering his bloodstream. "And that goes without saying for you too, DEE."
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Date: 2005-12-17 04:22 am (UTC)