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outside_omens2006-05-15 01:46 am
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Date: May 3, 2000
Setting: An Unnamed Pub in London
Status: Semi-Private (John and Pestilence - Complete)
Summary: A chance meeting between two strange customers in an out-of-the-way London watering hole. (Odd Couples Challenge thread)
It wasn't one of his usual haunts. John rarely frequented this section of town, for a variety of reasons that were not important, but he'd chosen this particular pub for two very significant reasons: it was in a part of London which he had discovered, by trial and error, he remembered fairly well; and it wasn't someplace where he was likely to run into any casual acquaintances he might or might not recognize or be able to name. This was the first time he'd ventured far from the Manor by himself since the Belfast incident, and he'd planned it very carefully to avoid anything that might trigger another attack like the one that had brought him to a screeching halt the day of the shopping trip.
So far, everything seemed to be going fine. He'd found his way to the place with no problems, the food was good, the beer was palatable, and the atmosphere was friendly and comfortably homey. Nobody had bothered him, and here he found it possible to relax and enjoy his drink and think about nothing special, which seemed to be what his beleaguered psyche liked best to do lately. It served up some rather peculiar free-associations, yes, but as long as he wasn't trying to direct them anywhere in particular or repress the less pleasant ones too much, this didn't cause him any trouble.
He took no real notice, at first, when a group seated near the door began coughing and sneezing rather dramatically. It was the time of year for that sort of thing, after all...
Setting: An Unnamed Pub in London
Status: Semi-Private (John and Pestilence - Complete)
Summary: A chance meeting between two strange customers in an out-of-the-way London watering hole. (Odd Couples Challenge thread)
It wasn't one of his usual haunts. John rarely frequented this section of town, for a variety of reasons that were not important, but he'd chosen this particular pub for two very significant reasons: it was in a part of London which he had discovered, by trial and error, he remembered fairly well; and it wasn't someplace where he was likely to run into any casual acquaintances he might or might not recognize or be able to name. This was the first time he'd ventured far from the Manor by himself since the Belfast incident, and he'd planned it very carefully to avoid anything that might trigger another attack like the one that had brought him to a screeching halt the day of the shopping trip.
So far, everything seemed to be going fine. He'd found his way to the place with no problems, the food was good, the beer was palatable, and the atmosphere was friendly and comfortably homey. Nobody had bothered him, and here he found it possible to relax and enjoy his drink and think about nothing special, which seemed to be what his beleaguered psyche liked best to do lately. It served up some rather peculiar free-associations, yes, but as long as he wasn't trying to direct them anywhere in particular or repress the less pleasant ones too much, this didn't cause him any trouble.
He took no real notice, at first, when a group seated near the door began coughing and sneezing rather dramatically. It was the time of year for that sort of thing, after all...
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"Um, no. I don't need an angel. I'm just curious, you know, by nature." He upended the bottle of tequilla, finishing the remaining half of its contents in one go. He looked John straight in the eye. "Don't. Ever. Fall in Love. Only causes trouble." Standing up from the barstool, he took out his wallet and threw a hand full of highly denominated bills at the bartender. "This covers his drinks too, alright?" he said, indicating John.
He glanced back at John. "Um, take it easy. And don't worry. If you eat a little more fiber and cut down on the ciggies and booze your colon and liver will be just fine. I'd recommend spinach and yams. Cleans you right out." He turned and began to walk away, but stopped short. Turning around he quirked an eyebrow at John. "I'm sure you get this all the time, but you look a lot like David Bowie." With a final wave he headed for the door.
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He opened his mouth to protest the Bowie remark, but the Horseman was already well on his way to the door, and had dropped quite a wad of bills on the bar, so he let it pass.
"David Bowie. Feh," he muttered to himself as he turned back and waved to the bartender to keep them coming.
Angels and demons, angels and Horsemen, archangels Falling...seemed like the Host was plunging headlong into a shake-up the likes of which it hadn't seen in millennia. What that was ultimately going to mean for everybody else he didn't care to speculate.
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*The love bit, not the part about the fiber.