No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.

[docconstantine.livejournal.com]

July 3rd, Friday night
Stumbling homewards along the bank of the river

I am not sure who is helping who to walk; Iago helping me or me helping Iago. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to grab him and take him over to La Fee Verte ... but he was mopey and it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Admittedly, I don't have the best track record with good ideas. We got drunk on absinthe. Then I thought it would cheer him up ever more, so we went to see the show at The Grindhouse. Then Daiyu happened. Before I could say 'boo', we were back in her trailer, chasing the dragon. What happened next is still rather fuzzy. I am pretty sure we didn't have sex, with either her or each other, but I am pretty sure we got a private viewing of her contortion act.

But now my head just hurts, and Iago's giggling madly and stumbling over his own feet, and I may just need to sleep this off.  Maybe I just want to get back inside....

Shake my head to make that crawling feeling go away.  I'm being silly, it's not like I am out alone, after all.  Iago is babbling something about his cousins, and I can't follow any of it.  "You are an absolute mess, do you know that?" I say, half sighing, half laughing. "Granted, I am an absolute mess too." We both stumble and barely keep each other from going down face first into the river.

"We are never telling Glass about this, right?"

(open to Iago and Marbas and Kaeli)

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[iago-excolo.livejournal.com]

How things have changed so quickly, I don't yet understand but suddenly everyone's changed their positions but me. The drunk fellow's charged Lucien and they're both down on the ground. I hear a voice yelling out but whether it's Lucien or Underhill, I can't tell. What the fuck is going on?

"...Lucien?"

He doesn't reply, not unless strangled squeaks count and I stagger two steps towards them, trying to shake off the fuzziness in my head as I move. Underhill's got both hands wrapped around Lucien's throat and I growl, displeased in so many ways. No one's going to randomly attack my friends without dire consequences indeed.

First things first though and I reach down, catching a hold of his clothing as I try to pull him off my friend. It's not working and Lucien's looking redder and redder by the moment. Probably the lack or air or something... Irritated, I kick Underhill and it moves him but unfortunately not off of Lucien. This isn't good and I'm beginning to feel the first trickles of true alarm.

Spying a branch on the ground, I pick it up and hit Underhill as hard as I can. "Get off him, asshole, or else!" Or else means I hit him again, and so I do. "Get off!"

[marbasthefallen.livejournal.com]

My surprise attack catches Lucien off guard, and I am a little surprised that I have the advantage. We are of a build, maybe I am the slightly shorter of the two...

but I have the advantage of sobriety and necessity on my side, I suppose. I Manage to lock my fingers around Lucien's neck, and he wheezing in a pleasing way as I apply pressure to his windpipe.

Jerk suddenly when a boot connects to my side, but it's not enough to make me let go. Just squeeze harder. That brach connecting with my back on the other hand.... "Get off him, asshole, or else!" Oh damn, the alcoholic bartender is trying to gather his wits. Growl as the branch connects again. "Get off!"

Release Lucien's throat and turn to man brandishing the tree limb. "Fine. I suppose I shall have to get you out of the way first."

Leap off of Lucien's prone form and knock the branch from Iago's hand. "You have my attention, little man." I growl, advancing on him.

[iago-excolo.livejournal.com]

"Fine. I suppose I shall have to get you out of the way first."

He's drunk and violent and if working at the Tavern's taught me nothing else, then it's taught me how deal with people like him. I don't like his threat though and that way he's treated Lucien, well, I'll not stand for it.

He releases Lucien and I glance at him quickly before looking back to Underhill. Now that I have a clear view of him, it doesn't look like he's drunk at all. Well, fuck me. I'm still unsteady though and blaming the dragons again as I snarl at him, "I don't think so, bastard. You picked the wrong people tonight."

He's faster than me and as he tells me that I now have his attention, the branch is swatted from my grip. Shit, this could be going better but I'm not out of the match yet.

"Fuck you, prick. Come'n get some." He's moved towards me and I give him a tight smile before swinging at his face. Let's see how he likes that.

[marbasthefallen.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so, bastard. You picked the wrong people tonight." The bravado would be amusing if I were back to myself and this were just for sport, but tonight's purpose is as serious as death.

"To the contrary, I picked the exact person I need." I smile easily as the branch goes sailing. I take a few more steps forward towards the bartender, but spare a glance back to Lucien---

Mistake. A human one. Iago's fist connects with my face. With force. The sharp pain explodes across my face, and there are flashes in my eyes. "Cursed human body!" I roar, clapping a hand over my what must now be broken nose. Another human mistake; the inebrated bartender gets in quite a few blows to my middle while I am re-setting my nose. He's lucky I am distracted, but I can tell he's not quite as sure on his feet, and although he has a hell of a punch, they are somewhat sloppy and slower than they should be.

"You drunken son of a bitch! That's quite enough!" I bellow, then take a swing at his jaw, it connects It's a lucky punch. Between the right placement and his condition, Iago spins around with the force of the blow. Bring my foot up and kick him in the lower back. He goes stumbling, then sprawling.

"Let's get you out of the way, shall we?" I pick up the tree branch, and take aim for the back of his head.

[docconstantine.livejournal.com]

What the fuck is going on??? Underhill is off me, and I start gasping and dragging air into my lungs. My throat is on fire, and there's a pounding in my head, wait...

No, well, yes. My head is throbbing, but I hear fist meeting flesh. Manage to sit up, and I nearly fall back as the blood rushes to my head. But I do see the Underhill fellow bleeding and getting punched repeatedly. Oh good, something going right. I drag myself to my feet, only to see Iago get sucker punched. "Fuck, Iago!" I croak, and stumble towards them.

"Let's get you out of the way, shall we?"

"Get the fuck away from him!" Is that me yelling? God I should like shit, but it doesn't matter. I throw my full weight against this derranged bastard. We're both grappling and yelling as we go down, and when we land heavily, I feel a sharp, stinging pain that takes my breath away.

Shit, I just broke a rib, I think.

[marbasthefallen.livejournal.com]

I am about to knock the fool unconscious when Lucien gets his second wind and comes after me. Good, now he's agitated and not thinking rationally at all.

His body slams into mine, and we go down. As we do, I reach my boot, and when we land, I let gravity take it's terrible course. As we land, Lucien lands right on my knife, and I feel the give of flesh, the warm ooze of blood on my hand.

Lucien winces at the pain, and his face registers that, and a bit of surprise. Meet his eyes again, and give him a smile.

"Believe me when I tell you this is not personal, Doctor Constantine." I whisper, then I roll him, pull the dagger from his chest, and then bury it in his gut, twisting it hard. Should only take him minutes to bleed out, if that. But just to be sure, I pull the blade out and raise my arm again, aiming for his neck this time.