conagain: πš’πš— πš’πš˜πšžπš› 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 (π™Έπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ πšœπš˜πš–πšŽπš‹πš˜πšπš’)
John Cons†an†ine ([personal profile] conagain) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2021-11-17 06:00 pm (UTC)

( Duncan looks incredibly unimpressed, which amuses John. There’s nothing that really indicated that the ghost wasn’t who he said he was, but there was nothing wrong with making bloody sure he wasn’t set up to look any more foolish than he likely already did! Duncan repeats the words, as does John to Paul (the dearly departed needn’t John repeat the request). After John reports to Paul, he takes a swig of his drink - which begs him to ask: ) Thirsty lad?

Course yeh are, we’re in the bloody desert. ( John waves down the bartender and points to his companion. ) Bring us a drink, luv.

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