"Ah, piss on the game," John sighed. "Nobody ever wins, not really. Might as well be playing hopscotch for all the good it does anyone."
Deliberately, refusing to be put off by his own stupid insecurities, he leaned across Crowley to swipe the bottle back, then scooted to the foot of the bed and stretched out across it. "Yeah, I hear you. I mean, not that I do understand, I suppose, the way you're talking about. But most of the people I've known in the business are gone now."
The whiskey had set him up with a nice warm buzz by this time, and it coincided perfectly with the crash from his earlier adrenaline high. He covered a jaw-cracking yawn. "Can't tell anybody else or I'll wind up back in Ravenscar, or they'll get sucked in and drown." Like Kit almost did. "Any road, far as I'm concerned you two have got more sense on your worst day than the rest of those knuckleheads put together. Fucking lot of shit-for-brains hypocrites. Stop me if I start to repeat myself." He took a swig of whiskey. "On second thought, don't. It bears repeating. Wankers."
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Date: 2006-02-02 05:34 am (UTC)Deliberately, refusing to be put off by his own stupid insecurities, he leaned across Crowley to swipe the bottle back, then scooted to the foot of the bed and stretched out across it. "Yeah, I hear you. I mean, not that I do understand, I suppose, the way you're talking about. But most of the people I've known in the business are gone now."
The whiskey had set him up with a nice warm buzz by this time, and it coincided perfectly with the crash from his earlier adrenaline high. He covered a jaw-cracking yawn. "Can't tell anybody else or I'll wind up back in Ravenscar, or they'll get sucked in and drown." Like Kit almost did. "Any road, far as I'm concerned you two have got more sense on your worst day than the rest of those knuckleheads put together. Fucking lot of shit-for-brains hypocrites. Stop me if I start to repeat myself." He took a swig of whiskey. "On second thought, don't. It bears repeating. Wankers."