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Date: April 22nd, 2000 (Good Friday)
Setting: The Red Lion Pub
Status: Uriel and Pestilence
Summary: The Presence is Low, As is a Horseperson- The remedy?  Smex.

Pestilence was so drunk he didn't even notice that the bartender had passed out with acute appendicidis, neglecting to refill his glass.  The horseman was three drinks away from dead, and that was just fine with him.  He never could understand why today was called "Good" Friday.  In his opinion it sucked royally and the only way to comfort onself was by drowning in a bottle of Holy spirits.

Leaving the manor hadn't helped erase memories of Uriel.  In his heart he knew that it wouldn't even before he left, but he had tried his best to keep himself busy.  He was busy developing SARS, making AIDS more resiliant, honing a new flu.  All of the things that had always given him the most amount of pleasure.  It didn't hold a candle to the pleasure he had had with Uriel though.  Not just the sex, the just being around the angel, looking at his art, watching him fly.

Ever since the break up, h had been thinking about his letter.  To be honest, he hadn't really thought of Mary Mallon since she died.  Yeah, he had courted her, she was nice enough to be with, but again, if he were to be honest, he had only ever really used her.  At the time he had wanted typhoid to get some publicity (he was male, he needed his ego stroked now and again), and she had presented herself at the perfect time and place.  Plus she was fiery enough to stir up all the publicity he desired.  Typhoid Mary, as she came to be called, though, had never held him enthralled as Uriel did.  They had enjoyed good times, but they had both known it was only a fling.  With Uriel it had felt so much different, as though eternity was theirs.

So much for his high hopes.

He drank another bottle of rubbing alcohol.