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"Not really," he agreed. "I can leave when I want to, but even out there, the party isn't as fun as it used to be." He shook his head. I used to go from place to place all the time, just basically a drifter, and life was pretty much a party then, but now things are different."
John nodded with a laugh. "Ah, tequila. It's been a while. I don't get all crazy as much as I used to. I don't know, I just haven't been in the right mood for it. This place makes me feel trapped. If it weren't for my person, I'd probably be long gone by now."
John made a face at the mention of gin. He would drink most anything, but a bad experience with gin was enough to make him avoid it where possible. "I've quite the opposite problem, actually. I can drink most anything /but/ gin," he explained with a chuckle.
"Ohhh, I see," John said, nodding as he understood what Mars meant. "Same, we'll have to find a way to fix that boredom. I missed you. Where's Earl Grey? Not another trip out the window, I hope."
“Listen.. this isn’t what it looks like. It’s just tonic water, I swear.” Aphrodite stood, eyeing the person nervously. It was totally a gin and tonic and she was down to share, but she wasn’t about to offer a drink to the wrong person.
"If it's just a tonic water, then why do you look so guilty?" John asked, quirking a brow. "Don't worry, I don't care if you drink, I'd be a hypocrite if I did, but if you're going to drink, why wouldn't you go for the better stuff?" He asked, holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels that had been concealed in his pocket.
“Well, it is survival of the fittest,” John said with a shrug. “I suppose it makes sense enough that some people will do idiotic things to get themselves killed.”
John grinned when Mars practically jumped on him and yelled his pet name. He wrapped his arms securely around him and kissed the top of his unkempt hair. “It’s me. Really, really...hey, I’m not smelly!” he protested, making a face at the other. “How’s things?”
"Well that sucks big ones," John replied, making a face. "Especially when you get so close to getting away and then stop for no good reason. I mean, you'd think if the adrenaline was going to work, it wouldn't stop so suddenly." He shrugged. "I dunno, I just can't take these horror movies seriously when the characters do that."
"Oh great, I hoped I wouldn't have to deal with that stuff again," John said with a sigh. He looked down at the empty ice cream bowl in his hands and nodded. "Yeah, maybe that would be for the best... just let me grab something for the road." He grabbed a box of cookies and cradled it close to his chest as if he couldn't be away from at least one source of food. "Okay, like what kind of stuff?" He asked, following her out. He wasn't eating the cookies, just holding them tightly.
"Thanks," he said as he took the bowl and started eating the ice cream, though he was taking it a little slower this time. "The voodoo stuff?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow as it finally started to sink in. "Oh, not that bloody stuff again. Though, at least that means it's probably only temporary...I hope. I'll eat myself into a food coma if I keep this up."
John hadn't even noticed the other person sitting in the room. "I'm not normally this much of a pig, I just can't stop, I dunno what's wrong with me," he replied, around a bite of sandwich, though he was somehow very skilled at not spitting the food everywhere as he talked. "I legitimately have no idea what's going on. You gonna finish that?"
John walked into the kitchen and immediately grabbed the closest thing he found to eat, which happened to be a bag of potato chips. He shoved a handful in his mouth without even caring that some of them missed. He had no idea what had come over him, but it was like this urge that he had to be eating something. He went over to the refrigerator and grabbed a sandwich that someone else had made and a soda and began eating and drinking them immediately without even waiting to sit down.
John set the bowl between them so she could have as much as she liked. "I guess that makes some kind of sense, but what about fight or flight? There's not really the in between about stopping to scream unless you have some kind of plan for fighting back. Maybe a war scream or something, but just for the sake of screaming, especially when you know there's no one around to help, it just seems like a waste of energy." He countered. "I dunno maybe it could be a last ditch hopeful effort that someone will come along and hear you."
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John looked up at the voice. "Well, I guess that makes sense, she is the only one left after all. But I mean really, if you're afraid for your life why would you ever stop running just to scream dramatically?" He moved over on the couch a bit to allow her plenty of room. "No problem, popcorn?" He offered, holding up the bowl.
“I found stuff,” Mars crawled out of the cabinet in the newly changed out room, pulling out tea, a small kettle, and a hot plate, “Yay, I did it here too,” he settled into the floor and soon had the kettle heating, rocking side to side as he watched it warm up, he looked up when he felt eyes on him, “Hi! I made tea!” he exclaimed in a satisfactory tone. “Want tea? I have it, making it I mean,”
John came walking in with his few belongings packed up in a bag that was slung over his shoulder. "I'm not surprised you found stuff, after all you've had it hoarded up in all the rooms for a while now." He dropped his bag on the empty, unused bed on the other side of the room before coming over to ruffle the other man's hair a bit. "Looks like we're roomies now." He grinned and sat down next to him. "Sure, tea sounds lovely."
John was sitting around on the couch in nothing but his boxers watching some horror movie and eating popcorn. “You dumb bitch, if you’re going to stop and scream in the middle of a life or death chase, then I’m rooting for the killer. I mean, fuck sakes, you make enough noise that he could hear you a mile away. See, what did I tell you? There he is. Now you’re gonna die.”
