Pollution wasn't the only creature who seemed oddly at home in the dark places of London on a stormy night.
At the end of the alley a cigarette lighter flared, casting flickers of light over a cynical face lined with care and sleeplessness. The trenchcoated figure to whom both belonged made his way without fear or disgust past the sodden figures huddled there toward the pale youth.
"Sorry luv, not tonight," he murmured to a wretched thing who moved hopefully into his path, pressing a few wadded bills inconspicuously into her hand. "Go find a dry room, all right?"
"Well, shit. Figures it'd be you. Might've saved myself the trip," John said wryly when he stopped near his quarry, recognizing the dealer by his general otherworldly feel and by process of elimination. There were only so many Horsemen, after all, and only one he hadn't met and who seemed perfectly suited to the setting. "Eliminating the middle man and going straight to the masses, eh? Now that's craftsmanship."
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At the end of the alley a cigarette lighter flared, casting flickers of light over a cynical face lined with care and sleeplessness. The trenchcoated figure to whom both belonged made his way without fear or disgust past the sodden figures huddled there toward the pale youth.
"Sorry luv, not tonight," he murmured to a wretched thing who moved hopefully into his path, pressing a few wadded bills inconspicuously into her hand. "Go find a dry room, all right?"
"Well, shit. Figures it'd be you. Might've saved myself the trip," John said wryly when he stopped near his quarry, recognizing the dealer by his general otherworldly feel and by process of elimination. There were only so many Horsemen, after all, and only one he hadn't met and who seemed perfectly suited to the setting. "Eliminating the middle man and going straight to the masses, eh? Now that's craftsmanship."