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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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Date: 2006-05-16 04:25 am (UTC)He wandered around the streets of London, feeling around for ripe ground. Then he stumbled upon the perfect place. Fittingly it was named the 'Mad Dog.' Since rabies had always been one of his favorite illnesses, he walked right in.
Just like the soft strains of Strauss, Pestilence could have practically floated with the sounds of wheezing and hacking that assailed his ears. Just like the strains of influenza, he insinuated himself into the crowd and headed towards the bar.
"Is this seat taken?" the horseman asked the blond man at the bar. He was hardly bad to look at, and Pestilence appreciated the nice trenchcoat he was wearing. "What are you drinking, handsome?"
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Date: 2006-05-16 04:52 am (UTC)It wasn't any one specific thing that gave them away, and John couldn't really have explained how he knew these things if someone had asked. A slightly creepy feeling that differed somehow from the sort you got when talking to, say, a pedophile or a serial murderer, maybe (and John had met both,) or a depth to the eyes that you just didn't see in ordinary people. Whatever, this one had it about him in spades.
"Seat's up for grabs," he said warily, nodding to it, "but that's--" he interrupted himself with a violent sneeze, "--all dat is, jus' so you dow." His head suddenly felt congested, and his eyes had started to burn for no apparent reason.
He still wasn't sure just what flavor of Power he was dealing with, but John hadn't bought himself more time than any human had a right to by not being able to put two and two together. The entire pub was now ringing with the phlegmy sounds of coughing, wheezing and thick, irritable cursing.
"Oi, you bind cranging the mojo dowd jus' a bit dere?" he added, hunting through his pockets for a handkerchief, which he used to wipe his eyes and then blow his nose gustily. "'s bloody 'ard to edjoy a good beer whed you can' taste it."
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Date: 2006-05-16 05:00 am (UTC)The canniness of the man surprised him, but as he looked at the blond, he realized that the man was familiar. Not too, they had never talked, but surely this guy had been around the Manor. He sat down, and with a nod of his head the allergens in the air decreased.
"Better?" he asked, as he beckoned the bartender over. "I'll still buy you a drink. I'm Albin, by the way. Is your name Jay?"
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Date: 2006-05-16 05:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-16 05:13 am (UTC)"Yes, I remember you now. Saw you briefly at the Halloween party," he said, pouring some liquor into his glass, then offering some to John. At Constantine's hesitation, he waved his hand. "Its clean, I promise. Or as clean as alcohol can get. No 'additives,' if you will. Once I know someone, I have a hell of a time making them sick. Its really bad for business, I can tell you."
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Date: 2006-05-17 02:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-17 04:07 am (UTC)Much to John's dismay, Pestilence leaned forward, practically burying his head in John's lap. He sniffed once. Twice. Three times. He leaned back up with a satisfied look on his face before John could even manage to protest. "Mmmm, lung cancer, mental health issues, several severe beatings, impending inflamed prostate, electroshock therapy...and those are just the high lights. Can I tell you how nice it is to meet you tonight? I was in need of a pick-me-up."
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Date: 2006-05-17 04:15 am (UTC)"Little warning next time?" he said through his teeth, none too pleased at the casual recitation, dead-on accurate as it was. "The prostate thing runs in the family, the cancer's been dealt with and the rest are occupational hazards. Anything else you'd like to know while you're at it?"
He dug out his cigarettes and lit one with abbreviated, angry motions, thoroughly disgruntled. Everybody and their brother seemed to be privy to his personal information these days. "Christ, mebbe I should just print up a fucking pamphlet and pass it around..."
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Date: 2006-05-17 04:31 am (UTC)"Sorry," he said amidst giggles. He poured John another glass by way of apology. "Haven't you ever used your powers to shock someone? Admit it. Its fun. And anyways, half of that stuff is past and the other isn't for a long time. No hard feelings, I hope."
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Date: 2006-05-21 04:45 am (UTC)What the hell was he supposed to say to a guy who'd just sniffed him like an excessively interested dog and then blown off the fact that he'd been responsible (all right, indirectly and in a strictly professional capacity, but still) for putting John in a situation that had forced him to choose between going to Hell now or later? Never mind all the billions of other people who'd suffered unspeakable torment and death as a result of the Horseman's work over the centuries.
John had met a lot of bizarre and surreal immortal types in his day, but even he wasn't so jaded that he could take a conversation like this completely in stride. "Powers? Sorry, guv, you're barking up the wrong tree there. Not that I don't enjoy ruffling feathers whenever possible, mind, but I generally have to do it the hard way."
He picked up his glass and slammed the tequila back. "And call me a wet blanket," he added grimly and a litle hoarsely, "but reminding people they're gonna be extinct someday isn't exactly my idea of a jolly old time. Strikes a bit too close to home, know what I mean?" He snorted. "Nah, of course you don't. Well, never mind. We all do what we're made for, I s'pose. If you believe in that sort of thing."