"Right," John said, unsurprised. Doesn't smoke, doesn't drink... If he'd suspected before, this definitely clinched it. There had to be something desperately wrong with a personification of mischief who eschewed the most basic of vices.
He wandered up to the bar to get their drinks, smirking at the odd look Belial gave him when he ordered the apple juice. "Not mine, trust me."
Returning to their table, he plunked the drinks down and took his seat again. "Bottoms up...so what brought you to the Manor, anyway?" He knew most of the inhabitants had been called by Adam in some fashion, but most also had their own reasons for answering the summons or for staying around.
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Date: 2006-06-25 03:20 am (UTC)He wandered up to the bar to get their drinks, smirking at the odd look Belial gave him when he ordered the apple juice. "Not mine, trust me."
Returning to their table, he plunked the drinks down and took his seat again. "Bottoms up...so what brought you to the Manor, anyway?" He knew most of the inhabitants had been called by Adam in some fashion, but most also had their own reasons for answering the summons or for staying around.